Birth of a new season

I’m sure it’s the doula in me that brought this analogy to mind but these last few weeks have felt a lot like waiting for labor to start.

When you’re pregnant, you don’t really know what contractions are until they hit. You don’t know how your labor will unfold or what surprises will pop up in those long hours of waiting.

You just know it’s coming. You know it won’t be simple. You know there will be twists you didn’t plan for. And still, on the other side, something big and life changing is waiting. It’s a mix of nerves and excitement, of bracing for the unknown.

That’s pretty much how stepping into this next season feels for me. I’m excited. I’m nervous. I know it will stretch me and grow me in many ways. I know we’ll stumble here and there, and we’ll keep moving forward.

We’re about to birth our empty nest years. Not of a baby this time, but of a whole new chapter. There’s the ache of letting go, the anticipation of what’s ahead.

In just a few days, when we board that plane, it will feel like the very first push. The start of adventure waiting to be born. 

In growth and gratitude,
Kristin