I love the changing of the seasons. Not weather related seasons—although I like those too. I mean seasons of life. From baseball to football. From one job to another. From one home project to another. From immaturity to maturity (hopefully in that order). And as much as I enjoy the changing seasons of life, I enjoy the gaps in between them even more. They are a perfect time to rest, think, and make corrections.
I never used to like change. Something about it intimidated me. I felt like I wasn't going to be able to adapt or fit in. While that thought still crosses my minds as seasons come and go, I find myself eagerly anticipating the gaps—much like a person headed for a cruise enjoys the anticipation of it more than the cruise itself. Just knowing that a time of reflection is drawing near brings me a certain sense of peace.
