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Seasons of Life Shape and Reshape, They Teach and, Oftentimes, They Wear Us Down; Either Way, Seasons Change Us

We all go through 'stuff'; great stuff, bad stuff, sad stuff, LIFE stuff; whatever we are going through, we never give up, never give in.


Melancholy State of Mind

I have been in a melancholy state. Not a heavy version, but saddened by the direction of this Country, saddened by what children are constantly exposed to, angry about senseless, destructive Progressivism, screwing up everything in its path; comparable to - oh, let's say.....hurricanes!

But, that's not where I am going with this, I do not wish to wade into those tall weeds right now

Seeking to simplify the process of making a move toward retirement, we are discovering that like all other seasons of life, there will be nothing simple about it.

Coming off of a bout with COVID, that really hit me with a vengeance, I feel forever changed by it and I am finding it difficult to explain. It was created by human hands, in a lab, to do harm, so I'll leave it at that!

Suffice it to say, I don't wish it on anyone

All that matters, I am good now and I am moving on and pray that every person that gets this nasty virus, can say the same!

Fresh on the heels of that, Hurricane Ian appeared on the radar and surprise...heading straight for Florida.

We were actually out of State and, like every one else, we weren't sure of Ian's intentions; which path would it take, would Ian's projected course take a hard right, skim the coast...

We've been through this multiple times and one thing hurricanes consistently are, besides destructive, is unpredictable!

So we dodged for a while, before making our way south, not sure what we'd find once we arrived home.

We were very fortunate; we didn't have any flooding; although there are still flooded areas all around us. Some power lines were down and we were without power, there was debris, but we didn't face anything like many of our friends, neighbors, fellow Floridians and numerous others, have faced or are currently facing head on!

It will be a long process to get back to normal or in too many cases, to move on with a new normal and my heart and my prayers are with the many families.

I guess my point with the following poem, which came to mind with prompting, is that we make plans, we create timelines/a schedule of how we expect the next chapter/season, of our lives to go, what we expect to happen.....

and sometimes, life cooperates, but most of the time, it does not!

Praise You In This Storm

Ft. Myers, FL (after Ian)

Ft. Myers, FL (after Ian)

A Melancholy State of Mind

Have you ever made a plan, only to have it mock you in the end

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How you respond, regroup, get up again, make a new plan, will depend

on how quickly you can recover from what can, oftentimes be, a disastrous fall

I don't think I'll receive any push back in saying, oftentimes, the best-laid plans, end up being the most costly of all

Seasons of life bring color, much like the seasons brought forth by Creation

Seasons of Life bring change; whether it be in general disposition or in newfound inspiration

While a season can bring back color to an otherwise pale face, a season of life can heal, make one stronger, it can reinvent and renew

Or, a season of life can disappoint, it can hurt, even's sad, but oh so true

We may think at times we are all so different and that no one could possibly know what we go through

But the thing is, we aren't so different and the seasons of life you've been through, aren't exclusive to you

There comes a time in one's life when the years ahead are so much fewer than those which have been left behind

That's when the true soul-searching begins and the questions ~ did I always do my best, accomplish what I set out to accomplish, was I always empathetic and kind?

What kind of world am I leaving behind for my children, grandchildren, could I have done more

I guess every generation ponders that same question, did I do better than the generation before

Looking forward to cooler weather that this next season will bring, and the changes which this next season will bring to my life

Not expecting perfection, but what would be nice is less conflict, less strife

Whatever it brings, I welcome, I cherish each and every day, I'll continue in counting the many blessings which have been bestowed

In the meantime, I'll just keep traveling through the seasons of life, on down an ever-changing road



© 2022 Angie B Williams

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