The weather is turning from days of oppressive heat and sunshine to cool afternoon breezes with open house windows and crispness at night that requires an extra blanket.
A friend mentioned that the transition from summer to fall, more than any other time of the year propels change in her life. The sentiment rang true for me too.
I recently packed away some accumulated clutter and keepsakes into boxes and hauled them into the basement.
I typically find comfort in the clutter of familiar items — end tables my father made while he was in high school in the 1960s, my grandfather’s collection of World Series memorabilia in a glass case, and old magazines and pop culture nick-knacks strewn around that I collected over the years.
My dining room and living room now seem sparse. I sit in them finding comfort in the change.
Running routes changed as well. No longer satisfied with the typical downtown routes I plot out for my six and eight mile runs I’m mapping out various parks I want to go to. On Thursday for example I decided to drive out to a municipal airport with this large looping running and bike path that defines its perimeter.
Perhaps the biggest change I am proceeding with this fall is the prospect of going back to school, at least for a few classes as I continue to work. If the timing of things work out well enough I will be taking courses for a graduate certificate in Marketing from the city college near where I live beginning in October. And if I like the classes well enough I can roll the credit hours into a Master’s degree. Perhaps I will be successful this time in obtaining a graduate degree, unlike the last time a decade when I simple walked away from it because life was happening and I was a bit lost. Who knows?
Ultimately this fall-like weather reminds me that deep down I am a discontented man by nature. The thread for need of constant change and striving, and the dissatisfaction in sitting still weaves its way through most of my life — be it in my home, my running, or my career.