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I know, I complain about winter every year, but let’s be honest: it has few redeeming qualities. I worried that being stuck in the house with a newborn would be depressing this winter; thankfully, I’ve actually been quite active and upbeat. However, the dreary days and long nights always have me dreaming of short sleeves and sunny skies. And despite being a brown thumb, somewhere around January I always imagine all the green things I would like to try my hand at keeping alive the next season. And if I get an early start on the vegetation, even better. I can brown-thumb my nose at winter’s last dregs and scoff in defiance at the cold.

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With the deepest part of winter behind us, February brings at least a glimmer of hope for the eventuality of spring. We aren’t quite out of the cold just yet, but this last weekend was a welcome respite, with temperatures up to 60 degrees and more on Sunday. We usually allow ourselves a bit of hibernation during January, purposefully taking a break, resting, and recharging for the upcoming months. This year was no different, as the relaxed pace of blog posts have probably indicated. The pace has picked up a bit this month, though, so we’re slowly ramping back up and getting back into the mood for tackling some new projects, because we’ve got quite a few on the docket.
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It’s been an up and down week at the Taylor household. While other notable and exciting things have happened, those sort of got drowned out by the weather this week. I know it’s January and winter does have to happen, but that doesn’t make me excited about all the snow and cold we’ve been having.
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It was a dark and stormy night to start off our Christmas break. It began raining with about an hour left in our all-day driving marathon, and we drove the rest of the way to our final destination in pouring rain and pitch black. We also had two different sets of family members driving out in the torrential rain and lightening last evening, so Bart and I were very thankful when we and all other parties arrived safely to their respective destinations.
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Tomorrow marks the first day of summer. The summer solstice is the “longest day of the year,” meaning we have the most daylight hours relative to total hours in the day. This should be exciting, as most of us like these longer hours, but I can never ignore the fact that this also marks the slow denouement to gradually decreasing daylight hours and the eventual dreariness if winter. Honestly, it doesn’t feel like winter ended all that long ago…

From the standpoint of a season being a time of year defined by similar weather, I’ve always thought that the beginning of seasons should really be acknowledged midway between the canonical astronomical points in the earth’s orbit around the sun (solstices and equinoxes). These days, such as we will acknowledge tomorrow for the summer solstice, actually mark a turning point or a midpoint in the earth’s yearly cycle. But as far as defining a three month period of the most homogenous weather, I would say that summer actually started midway between today and the vernal equinox in March and will end in about six weeks from now. Nobody asked my opinion, though.

However, I believe that my feeling about seasons exhibits a very human characteristic of preferring homogenous, uniform circumstances to what ultimately boils down to change. I like to be steady state. I like a routine. I like to know exactly where I’m going and how I’m getting there. I find little need to be hasty.

However, while we will all have those homogenous seasons, I’ve learned in the past year that life really takes its shape and definition by the turning points. I was in a very long season of life during graduate school, and I grew very accustomed to my circumstances. When I graduated last year, it was a turning point, a place where a new season was beginning. I recognized this and thought I was at peace about this fact and would stoically ride it out, but over the last year and a half I’ve realized that this transition wasn’t just one point–graduating, finding a job, moving, buying a house–but it’s an entire season itself that has lasted longer than I expected. That doesn’t mean that life isn’t good now; on the contrary, I have so much to be thankful for, and I do remember that every day. However, it’s too easy to focus on the fact that this transition time isn’t immediately resolving into a new homogeneity.

I don’t know how long this season will last. Maybe when we buy a house and finally get settled in a permanent abode? Maybe when we join a church and get involved with relationships and projects and ministries? Maybe I will just wake up one day and realize I’m there.

I feel like I’m always blogging about the same thing here, a general dissatisfaction with having to be patient or being in flux. But it has been one of the most obvious and expected consequences of our move, and I’m continually amazed at how long it has lasted and how it has affected me, hopefully by molding me into a better, more mature person.

So now that it’s summer and our terrestrial trajectory has just transitioned, I’m going to embrace what life is now instead of being sad that winter will be coming again, even if its still months away. I’m going to enjoy the current warmth and sunny days instead of only being satisfied with what perceived stability the future will bring.

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