Season’s Greetings
Long time, no post. ‘Tis the season for more than just gifts, time off of work, and indulging in food. It’s also the season for bugs, viruses, bacteria, and visits to urgent care. On my birthday, I started coming down with what I still believe is strep throat (I’m certain it’s not cottage cheese back there.). Two negative tests later, I was still given antibiotics which worked at least for 10 days. Now, I am playing the waiting game until my appointment where hopefully I am given another dose because if it was viral, wouldn’t it have completely gone away by now?
Anyway, just thought I would share a metaphor on writing I like which compares it to seasons. I’ll probably break it down more in a future post, but I think of it like this:
Spring - Plant all the seeds. Work in the dirt. Get dirty. Make mistakes, but you won’t know what you have until you plant them, water them, work the soil.
Summer - Now they are taking shape. So much dedication is paying off and you know it will bear fruit either this summer or in the future, but it definitely is worth while. Keep watering and keep going. Make room in your space as it grows. Pull the weeds and if one of the plants is suffocating another that you take more pride in, take that plant and move it somewhere else or get rid of it entirely.
Fall - Harvest time. Time to share it with your inner circle. Not everything will be perfect, and trust the people who tell you what is rotten and what was plucked too early will also tell you if something is sweet or delicious or perfectly bitter. After sharing with your circle, send it to the market and watch it get picked up and get shipped to tables around the world or passed up for some fancy goat cheese or handmade lotions.
Winter - Plan for the next spring. See what came up, what didn’t, what might sprout, and most importantly what you would like to grow/eat. Markets are unpredictable, but if you love tomatoes and don’t mind snacking on them all winter, you’ll be set. And the nice thing is that someone out there will like tomatoes too. And as the seasons go on, what you produce will only get tastier.
Any hoot, I hope that was a delightful metaphor. If you’ll excuse me, time to work hard on resting. Hopefully I’ll be more consistent this year, but I’d rather miss some time and recover than not recover well at all.
