Oct 31 A
We arrived back in Alberta last week.
Being in Corner Brook in Fall made me remember why I still miss the East so desperately. Fall in Alberta is lovely – getting out to see the popular trees and larches turning vibrant yellow, seeing the bales of harvested hay against the big blue sky. But western Newfoundland has the perfect climate for insane colour, warm days and cold nights mean the reds and yellows are neon, their vibrancy cannot be captured in photos. Calgary is semi-arid and I even miss rain – I went for a walk in the tail end of a hurricane because I had forgotten and remembered how amazing it is to walk in cold rain. All the colours are saturated, everything clean and shiny. The smells are clear and don’t linger.
It’s Halloween today. My kids are super happy. The oldest is Hobbes from Calvin and Hobbes and the younger wanted to be a butterfly – until he saw his brother. Well, then he had to be a butterfly tiger.
Of course.
I love that.
I love how their imaginations can turn a t-shirt, tape, and some face paint into the best and wildest things.
I, on the other hand, keep finding myself tired.
Physically, sure but coffee can take care of that. But also soul-tired. A term I heard recently and thought, ‘wow, that’s a perfect descriptor.’ Talking to my GP at my last check-up he told me not to worry, that this was, statistically speaking, the worst decade of my life. Juggling work, home, and kids makes everyone stressed and miserable in their late 30’s and 40’s apparently.
Yeah.
Thanks.
Doesn’t actually make me feel any better.
“This too shall pass” is a great mantra for keeping your s#!t together when your toddler is having a tantrum. Not so much when you’re looking at a large chuck of your lifespan.