There I Go, Turn The Page
That’s what you do when the chapter is completed, right?
I borrow this phrase from a particularly haunting Bob Seger song, one that comes to mind and I have recently listened to several times. It’s got a troubled undertone, and some great sounds to make one pensive. It makes me think of the grind of things, and I’m not sure altogether its influence is good. That haunting feeling though, it’s something.
I have thought about this song, and listened to it half a dozen times, because we just spent our last night in our Arlington Texas house, a place we called home for almost a dozen years. My mind goes a lot of places when thinking about this.
What was the season, now closing, intended to mean?
What can I learn from it and take forward with me?
How many of these dozen year episodes does a person get? (Haha, but no joke)
How do I look forward, in an informed way, to the next season that is now beginning?
Some obstacles we were facing in 2013 have been cleared and new ones emerge, like horizons on the road we are traveling.
Looking back, so many things were unresolved and we were in a much less stable place when we relocated (interestingly enough) from South Carolina to North Texas in 2013. We were quite a bit younger family, two girls still at home. Now we are grandparents.
Here’s some things that come to mind as the pensive mood unfurls.
The fruit of obedience is progress, but not just in a way that increases comfort
Even necessary change is most often difficult
Hurry is ubiquitous, in a saddening way
You never know what a guy pulling a large trailer across a long distance is up against until you’ve pulled a few such yourself
Whatever the case, it’s important to make the most of the season you are in, and realize they don’t get repeated. And here is a toast to the seasons that still lay ahead 🍻