There are seasons to everything. The weather, sports, but especially life.
I think of it as a fad or a trend. You know when you’re really into that binge-worthy show? You watch it every night until you’ve finished the entire series. Now what? Oh right, you move on. You find a new show. Or maybe you start a blog ( wink, wink) and that becomes your current obsession. It might be trendy in Whitney World to
It’s okay to move on. There is no one telling you it’s do or die if you quit something. Well, maybe there is someone telling you you’re lazy or unmotivated but I’m here to tell you there’s a difference between letting something go and giving up right before the finish line.
Just in the fitness realm there have been so many seasons. I’ve had seasons of running, seasons of lifting weights, seasons of Insanity. (The Beachbody program, not my mental status…debatable.)
Then there’s food. I pride myself on enjoying healthy food. I like learning about it too. It’s a real hobby of mine and has been since high school.
The point is, sometimes you need to give it up to know it’s something important to you.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
There have been hobbies I stopped and I’ve never felt the urge to go back to, ever. Like making gimp keychains…what, like my 12-year-old crafts don’t count? Other things, like running, I end up missing eventually. I find myself longing to feel winded and sweaty and alive!
I used to get mad at myself when I lost interest in something I deemed as “good.” Something like sticking to a specific workout program. Now I’ve realized it means I’ve outgrown it.
Sometimes you are in your winter, and feel like sitting under a fuzzy blanket, warm tea in hand, while you watch rom coms every weekend. I can feel myself when I’m in my lively season. I sign up for everything. Being around people makes me happy. I wake up every morning and can’t wait to see what’s going to happen!
Wherever I am at the moment is where I’m supposed to rest at the moment. Like in the big hair and big sunglasses zone.
Tomorrow I might be into the round John Lennon’s. No judgment here.