Quiet in the Stillness.

Personally, one of the hardest things for me to do at times is to just. stop. being. on. the. go.  I don't really know why I'm so hard-wired this way; but it's the way I've always been, leaping from one activity to another in a dash and a whirl.  I have long joked that the only time I really slow down is when my body absolutely forces me to should I come down with a nasty cold or virus.  My father has always referred to my down times as "recharging my battery" as once I've recovered, I'm always up and off and running around again.  Part of is likely stems from the dreaded FOMS (Fear Of Missing Something) faux disease. I'm sure that the other piece of it is that I genuinely want to do and see it all in this life.  It's as simple and as complicated as that.

This year, as you may recall, I am making a genuine effort to try and embrace the fall season.  While that doesn't necessarily mean I'm skipping through the fallen leaves in my wool sweater with a grande pumpkin spiced latte in hand, I am working to accept (and maybe? on a good day?) even relish the quiet that descends when deep fall arrives.  It gets colder outside, the days grow ever shorter, and we all start to lay the groundwork for our "long winter's nap."

I suppose this post doesn't truly have much of a point beyond the fact that today, after getting myself up and out of bed to make it to my favorite Saturday morning yoga class, I came home after class and successfully did pretty much exactly nothing all afternoon.  Oh, I read a bit, and I straightened up around the house a little.  I took a brief catnap then I read some more.

And you know what?  I enjoyed every single minute of this quiet afternoon, never once feeling the urge to get outside or take any sort of excursion, despite the fact that in actuality I do have a few hundred errands to run.  Of course, I'm going out to dinner with a friend tonight, so I'm not exactly pulling a Thoreau on any of you.  Let's not get too crazy or anything.

My logic on this descent into quiet and hibernation is logical - to my mind at least.  I figure if I slow things down now I'll be primed and ready come winter and the inevitable snow storms that hit this dear city.  After all, when you live in New England, getting through the colder months is a marathon, not a sprint.  I believe I will just consider November my month of training.