I’ve been musing about what it is like to start something new. This has been on my mind during this first week, seeing as I’m right smack in the middle of a new beginning. And you know what? It’s hard.
Gosh, Megan, it’s only been a week and it’s already hard? Yes, it is. Don’t worry, I’m not packing my bags or anything of that sort, it’s just been a really good realization for me to acknowledge this. Just because I’m living a dream doesn’t mean it’s going to be comfortable. In fact, I’d even venture to say that it shouldn’t be comfortable, and it shouldn’t be too easy. I have to remind myself that I moved here because I wanted to grow, not because I wanted life to be a breeze.
Since I’ve been here, I’ve seen my own insecurity come to the surface, my own doubts about my ability to do what I’ve set out to do. Pushing through the temptation to give up before I’ve even really started – that will definitely make me grow! You see, here’s the other thing – just because it’s been difficult doesn’t mean it has also been wonderful. I have felt challenged and invigorated and stretched in ways that I’ve been craving for a long time now. I have felt, to greater depths, my need for God, for service, and for community, and seen my own poverty. It’s been humbling and beautiful, and I can’t wait for more.
Now I want to share with you the hidden secrets of living here in October! When I was preparing to move here (and really throughout my first few days), people all over the place were telling me how cold and wet and dreary it can be in October. How tiring it can be, and how you’re sick of it by the end of the month.
It’s been rainy, yes. And sometimes quite cold. And there was that one morning where the wind was totally blowing rain sideways, somehow always finding its way underneath our rain gear, despite our best efforts. But what no one told me was how the leaves change colors slowly, and how brightly painted their leaves become as a result of all the rain. Or how the mountains wrap themselves in capes of morning mist which part every now and then to reveal snow-capped peaks. Nor did they mention how when we do get a sunny day, you almost feel like you can drink the sunbeams. People really savor these days.
As someone who loves fall, it’s been wonderful to experience it here. There’s nothing quite like making a steaming pot of soup on a blustery evening, or ducking into a coffee shop to get something warm while you’re out and about. There’s a natural rhythm of activity and rest that the weather helps me to fall into, which is very good.
Speaking of which, I have a cup of tea that is getting cold, and it’s time for me to grab a book and chill out for a while. See you later 🙂
Take care, and know I’m praying for you,