*originally posted at Truths of Becoming: October 2013
It’s been awhile. Eleven months to be exact. I’ve been wondering lately how you are feeling about the expectations placed on you. I mean, everyone builds you up to be so…Fall. Warmer colors and cooler temperatures. Sweaters and boots. Pumpkin spice lattes and football. But you never seem to live up to those expectations. Oh sure, football happens and PSL drowns the disappointment of the sweater-clad coeds who were hoping for a legitimate excuse to wear their Uggs in Houston, but in all honesty, I’ve rarely seen you live up to the Fall-bar everyone has set for you. How do you handle that?
Do you remember that song I wrote about you when I was in college? You know, the one about how I’d be ok if we could just get rid of you and maybe skip to December? Yeah. I’m sorry about that. I was in a funk that year when you visited and I blamed it on you. It wasn’t your fault. I have actually learned to love you since then. My brief trip with you and the girls to Red River in 2010 was great! I finally got to see your true colors! They were beautiful. You should let them show more often. And then the next year, I started a new job working with kids and was excited to go to work since the first time since graduating college. And now, here I am, a month into another new job. My dream job. And I get to spend the weekend with you and my co-workers in San Diego. You are so good to me, October.
We have really come a long way, you and I. I used to dread your visits. Now, I look forward to your arrival. I would like for you to bring cooler weather and warmer colors when you come, but I know there are somethings that you just can’t help, like Houston climate. But it’s ok. I’ll wear my sweaters, drink my PSL, pretend to know what is going on in the world of football when surrounded by fans, and enjoy your company for 31 days. Maybe one day we can make it back to some place where you really shine…like St Louis; but until then I will always hold out hope that you will learn to be, even in Houston, who God intended you to be when He spoke you into the calendar.