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Fall has hit me like a pile of bricks.
I was worried that it would feel like this, and I found myself bracing for it as our Hawaiian vacation came to an end last week.
In more ways than one (and especially in hindsight), our vacation became this paradise compared to the slog of everyday life here in Oregon.
We had been in gorgeous weather. Delicious warmth, invigorating ocean breeze, and humidity that I actually welcomed. We stepped off the plane in Portland and it was frigid and drizzly. Ugh, welcome home.
On vacation, my husband was right there with me, making decisions and plans, helping to clean up messes and deal with meltdowns. We went to bed at the same time and we got up at the same time and we had quality family time and we had fun. When we got home, we went straight into the Fall routine. By the time I got up in the morning, my husband had already left for work. I was alone to draaaaag the kids out of bed, convince my older one to get dressed, and beg them both to PLEASE EAT BREAKFAST. I was yelling and pleading before we even left the house for school. On top of it all, I was exhausted and frankly mourning the loss of summer and dreading the coming winter months.
Another piece to this is that I terminated therapy this past week. (That’s the clinical term – termination. I don’t like it; it feels extremely violent for just describing a goodbye and an end to treatment.) This was a planned termination, and it was good, albeit bittersweet. I could sense that we were at a stopping point for some time now, as I had started to come to session and just tell stories about my week. Holy cow, somehow over a year in therapy had passed and I had actually accomplished what I had set out to do. My anxiety has been reduced, not eliminated but reduced. The unexpected work became more about accepting that anxiety is normal and not to let its presence completely derail my daily life. I’m proud of the work that I did, and I am happy to have met and worked with my awesome therapist. The bitter part is twofold: now I find myself mourning the relationship and the placeholder that sessions had been for me. They were an oasis of calm in my week, and they provided a guaranteed break from my kids and partner. Second, now that therapy is done, my safety net is gone. My anxiety might (no, will) come flaring back at some point and then what am I supposed to do?! It’s scary and sad.
So. Let’s just say that coming home from a magical vacation and thrust back into a chilly reality has not been fun. I’m trying to keep perspective. I’m trying to look forward to Halloween. (Anyone have any costume ideas for a family of four?!?!)
Please send me comforting Fall vibes. Maybe I just need an effing PSL already.
Today I took a walk with Dylan, and I am so glad I did.
We squeezed it in, forced it into the tiny space of time between the end of cleaning up from lunch and the moment when D self-destructs without warning, in need of a nap.
I am glad I forced it.
Because I can feel the Northwestern winter creeping up on us all too soon and it’s freaking me out.
We had a few days of gray and rain and coolness already, and I hoped that we hadn’t said goodbye to summer already. At this time last year, I remember it still being quite hot, or is that just me seeing through the foggy, thick pea soup of having a newborn and carrying around the extra heat-producing baby weight and wanting sleep so badly I’d do something illegal to get it…?
I can handle the depressive gray for a few days here and there. And when I know it’s only temporary, then I actually like a change of pace where the weather’s concerned (of course, then my therapist self reminds me that everything is temporary if you give it enough time….so there). Last Sunday I actually started to feel that twinge of excitement and coziness that I get around Halloweentime. It makes me want to throw on a sweater, watch movies, and consume warm, sugary beverages (as opposed to the warm months, which make me want to consume cool, sugary beverages).
This will be my third winter but only my second fall in the Northwest. This year, approaching Fall and Winter feels different. Last year, I had a snuggly newborn and I was overwhelmed and tired and had a great excuse not to go anywhere or see anyone. I didn’t get dressed, and I breastfed and cuddled and snoozed and rocked and bounced and sang and ate and watched TV. Yeah, the weather sucked, but I was too wrapped up in my own personal ball of crazy – each gray day blending into the next – that I didn’t notice. Or maybe it was that the gray backdrop matched my gray days and so everything seemed to fit.
But now – now I have a kid on the verge of walking. He wants to MOVE. And go outside and see things and explore. And as for me, I want a life, too. Seeing the world through his eyes also makes me want to go outside and see things and explore. But the weather. The gray. That makes it hard. It’s like The Nothing from The Never Ending Story. Sounds a bit dramatic, but I assure you, Seasonal Affective Disorder is real and it sucks. I have to push through it and I am not looking forward to pushing.
Which reminds me why I pushed to get outside and walk today. Because it was SO NICE outside. It was beautiful, and for that I am very thankful. School was just letting out, and I enjoyed getting to see all the littles getting picked up by their parents who love them. Dylan and I watched and I told him that’ll be us in 4 short years.
Four very short gray winters from now.