Tis Fall. Perhaps my favorite time of the year.
Perhaps it's because I'm a nerd and I love Back-To-School. Or perhaps it's because I love to layer. #SweaterWeather The changing of the leaves. Whatever it is, every time Autumn arrives, I feel so happy.
But as many falls that have come my way, this one is very different. At the beginning of the year, before all this #COVID nonsense, I knew that there were two distinct Falls for me. One if I won the primary that would bring me to the 2020 General Election and another one that I would not win. It would have been an honor to represent Maryland in Congress. For a while, that was my dream. No one starts campaigns planning to lose, but at the start of this race, I had a feeling that I would be okay if I didn't win. That's not to say I didn't do what I could, but deep down I had this thought that I'd be happy if I did not win.
For 7 whole years I had lived my life based on election cycles. Every other year, I was in "campaign mode". Every 4th of July, Labor Day, Thanksgiving was a parade for campaign purposes. Either as a campaign worker or the candidate myself, campaigning was my life.
But now, that life is not mine anymore. And I've felt a certain way about it. If I had won, it would have been another great accomplishment, but I wouldn't be living the life that I live now. I wouldn't have peace. I wouldn't have love. I wouldn't have freedom. All three are brand new for me. And, I have to pinch myself to know that I'm not dreaming.
I'm living my dream.
And it's all good.
Oftentimes we fall into habits. We get really comfortable with our things are. Who we are for what we're doing. But when we shift and change, our reference points change with us. We can be awkward because this new direction is unfamiliar. We are uncertain because it is different from anything we've experienced before. It is the difference that is the reward.
Newness = Different
Different = Good
So, if you find yourself in a new direction and it brings you joy, fall in love with that now.
Because technically your now is the only sure thing you've got.
THE ROAD NOT TAKEN by Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.