Fall Changes

There's something about fall that has always filled me with a beautiful sadness. I used to think it was merely because summer was closing and a bleak winter awaited, but as I've gotten older, I've begun to see it differently. 
 
Fall is beautiful because the world we know catches fire with brilliant colors, orchestrated as only a Master Artist could. No two trees dressed the same, the ground sprinkled with the soft crunch of fall.
 
But the beauty slowly fades to the cold grey hues of November, the soft sunlight sets too soon with little chance to enjoy it. 
 
But as are the seasons in nature so are the seasons of life. Humanity blooms, changes, and softly fades like the leaves of the trees. We need seasons of rest to produce great harvest. The womb always lays barren before birth. 

Rest has never been my companion. It always sits too close to it's cousin, idleness. I simply have too many passions, projects, and goals to rest. But I've cone to realize that I won't be able to accomplish any without ensuring my own rest. I've been spread about, much too thin, and end up doing a thousand things but none of them well. 
 
I love to write, but having to constantly write for clients and as a contractual obligation has diluted my content and pulled me away from larger projects that need more of my attention. 
Having my vision stretched across multiple fields has diluted my ability to zero in and focus on where I want to grow to, so, I hope you'll walk with me into fall, friends. Some changes will be coming to this site- and the two others I run will be taken down. I'm not certain how fall will look around here, but I can promise that more magazine articles are slated to run in 2020, life updates will make there way to the blog, Instagram will continue as normal- and there might just be some new sewing projects appearing up here as I change my pace.