I've been thinking a lot about seasons lately. Maybe that's because the shifts from winter to spring, from spring to summer, from summer to fall seem to come faster and faster with every year, and I find myself at the end of summer wondering how it can be that it's already over. Maybe it's because I've been thinking and doing a lot of tilting - prioritizing work over other things, and slowly tilting back into a more balanced division of my days into work and play.
I strongly believe that there are seasons in life - busy seasons, and messy seasons, and grief seasons, playful seasons and wonderful, joyful seasons, and "I'm so happy I could scream" seasons, too. What I've learned over the last two years is that seasons change, inevitably. Change is constant, as cliché as that sounds, and while change might be scary and messy, it's fundamentally also part of our lives and we need to learn how to deal with it. I like to think I've gotten better at that - I was never very good at it when I was younger - but I also know I have a long way to go to be where I want to be.
This is not the introduction to a "I'm changing my life" blog post - in the contrary, everything is good, and I don't see a need to change any of it right now. The only thing I would like to gently guide into a new season is maybe getting to write a bit more personal again, a bit more about the development of me as a business owner, of the good and hard things, and less about giving advice. There are plenty of places where I give advice - my podcast, for one, and there's my newsletter and Patreon as well - and I feel like I do need a place where I can put my more personal writing.
Part of why I've been struggling with this is something that I spoke about with a new acquaintance (hopefully friend some time in the future!) recently: Trying to balance what I can and feel comfortable to say as me, as Hanna Lisa, and what I can and feel comfortable to say about and as part of Making Stories - a different brand - is hard. Making Stories is such a big part of my life now and I want to talk about it, but I'm not sure how as this is not just my story to tell. There's no conclusion here, just acknowledging and sharing that this is difficult, and I haven't figured out what to do about it just yet. (Also, before anyone asks - everything is great with Making Stories! It's just that I need to apply a different set of filters to that brand versus my own personal stories, and that is what is difficult to figure out how to do.)
So, seasons are inevitable, and that's a good and a scary thing. Good because even in the darkest times we can comfort ourselves with the knowledge that things will change. I'm not saying that they will necessarily get better - although I'm an eternal optimist, and I sure hope they do if you find yourself in a dark place right now - but that you won't be stuck in that dark, forgotten hole forever.
Scary because it also means the great, joyous, beautiful seasons will have to come to an end. And this is encouragement, incentive, almost a push, a must to enjoy it while it lasts. To take in the beauty and revel in the unforeseen bliss and celebrate what we have and who we are, because inevitably, there will come dark days where we need the reminders of the bright ones to pull us through.