I find myself suddenly half a century old and wonder how that happened so fast! As I look back on the past three decades since I became an adult and flew off to college, I realize how much has happened, so many seasons of life have come and gone at a dizzying pace. College degrees have been earned, I married the love of my life, there have been moves across the country, two houses have been purchased, babies were born and life has happened in an amazing way. There has been so much growth, fun and adventures I didn’t see coming. The cyclone of life has swept me up in it! The winds are slowing down now.
I see my life in seasons. The season of new beginnings was childhood. The season of flying the nest was college years. The season of young adulting was my 20s, where I thought I had everything figured out, especially parenting before I had kids. The season of the cyclone was babies, toddlers and teenagers. Parenting has been my cyclone season of life. Never did I expect 20 years to pass like two weeks, but somehow in some unexplainable way it has defied all logic and here I am. I stand on the cusp between parenting and empty nesting.
I find myself redefining and shaping what the next season will be. There are so many questions buzzing around my head. How do I want to spend the time I have left on earth? What are the dreams that feel unfulfilled? What are my priorities? Where should I invest my time, talent, resources and heart? Who is my tribe? Where do I fit in? The cyclone season never really gave me enough spare time and brain bandwidth to purposefully choose and define what I wanted to do with precious time because kids. Until now.
Today I took a day to rest. When I mean rest, I mean rest like I haven’t done in decades. I wasn’t in a sick stupor, where rest felt like labor. I rested for peace and health. No one said my name once, no one asked for help or needed me for 8 hours. I purposefully rested, took a long luxurious shower, put on fuzzy socks and read a book, sipped coffee and rested. What a luxury! For once in a very long time I felt justified in giving myself rest and a realization occured as the guilt lifted. Self-care should be part of my new season. Not like a New Year’s resolution, to be made and forgotten next week. I mean making self-care a part of my foundation for living.
An epiphany occured during a day of rest. That is just what I needed as I head into this new season of life as I begin the series of choices that will chart my next season of life. This season will be the empty nest, but it shall be full, very full of new adventures balanced with rest.