Maybe I'm just mood matching with the weather, the cooling down prior to the onset of winter chill. Lately, I've been finding myself infatuated with leaves. Who knew that dying leaves--which could also be the symbolic representation of the life cycle and renewal--would be such an inspiration? Leaf images have saturated this blog in golden yellows, vivid reds, and golden browns. I have also recently purchased a vermeil maple leaf pendant for my sterling silver necklace chain. My grandmother's name was Golden Leaf. I like to think that these actions, unconscious or not, are all somehow connected: the weather, my new found penchant for leafy-type items, and this not entirely painful period of transition.
My writing process has been put aside for awhile, but I have been easing back into the ball and chain act of editing. (I must state that it's a leaden ball and chain, and that editing, for me, is an arduous process of utter mental exhaustion.) I got quite frustrated and angry over the act. My husband says that my anger and frustration is the impetus to finish editing, to take that last step--stare it defiantly in the face--and prevail. I think he is right because I've been more determined and clear-headed in this editing now than ever before.
I'm putting my foot down, and gluing myself down to my desk. My daily Etsy searches will only last one hour a day, max. I'm crossing my fingers, and tapping my toes: for this transition has in it an air of optimism. I can feel it. And for that, I am content.