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I’ve said it a million times and I’ll say it again: I love fall. I was the kid that couldn’t wait to go back to school. While everyone else was crying over the end of summer, I was already leaping into autumn (in a cute pair of corduroys). Maybe it’s because I’m a fall baby, but the season just feels like me. All I know is that I get so excited come September because it means fall is heeeere!
Until this year. For the first time in my entire life I can honestly say I’m not ready. While stores are pushing pumpkin lattes and Halloween costumes, I’m over here thinking “Yeesh, it’s still summer, people!”—said me NEVER. I’m still eating tomatoes!
My resistance goes deeper than fresh produce. The thing is, my relationship to time has totally changed since having my daughter. She’s growing too fast. I’m desperate to slow down time, but since that’s obviously not possible I’m trying my damnedest to savor every moment. I’ll tell you what: nothing else has taught me the power of now like motherhood.
I’m convinced the Universe’s timing is no coincidence, because in the midst of my seasonal ambiguity I received a newsletter from my friend Shoshanna all about the post-Labor Day pressure to sprint into fall (proving how necessary it is to have really good friends in your life who always know what to say, even when they don’t realize they’ve said exactly what you needed to hear at the exact moment you needed to hear it—more on that another day). Her advice? Don’t take on too much. (Yes!) In fact, she suggested that the best way to navigate the changing season is to focus on doing ONE thing. (Preach!) Funny, that sounds a lot like yoga.
What will be my one thing? The present moment. I know—what a cliché thing for a yoga teacher to say. It’s like, “Florals? For Spring? Groundbreaking.” But friends, it’s the truth. And if I’m being honest, I spend/waste a lot of mental energy in the future—anticipating, worrying, projecting. I continue to be shocked at how unhelpful it is. Maybe the worst part of anxiety is that I miss what’s happening right in front of me. And I just don’t want to miss any of it. Life is too precious. Chloé teaches me that every day—even when it’s hard, this moment will never be again.
So here I am—eating tomatoes and begrudgingly preparing for my favorite season. Fall fashion is helping. If anything could get me on board with the passing of time, it’s a great pair of suede boots. Hey—boots are made for walking (slowly, one mindful step at a time).
My message to you is simple: Be here now. Go with the flow. That’s how we make peace with change.