Seasons mark the passage of time, the changes in life, the growth and the deterioration. The seasons in New Brunswick Canada are currently messed up!
A church around the corner from my house had a sign that made its way onto facebook that read:
Thank you for the changing seasons. Please Pick one.
And all I can say is AMEN (my Baptist roots are showing)
Last week I took the outfit photos I showed on the blog on Wednesday. I was warm and on my way to getting a sun burn in a sleeveless dress. Thursday morning I was standing in snow. Not mountains of snow but still. Snow!
I dressed up a bit for work yesterday because last night I attended the Graduating Student Leadership Awards for our campus (I work at a university by the way). I had nominated two students who were selected to receive awards and they'd asked me to go as their mentor.
Now there was an event that got me thinking about changing seasons and the passage of time! Watching enthusiastic, involved students full of leadership potential preparing to leave university (or at least their under graduate degrees) and head off on their next step... was actually a tiny bit depressing (I'm having a full honesty and show what a bad person I am kind of day on the blog).
It was kind of depressing because that was me just less than 10 years ago. And most of the time I'm confident that was the last time I felt super confident about much of anything! For most of us, part of growing up is realizing that we're unlikely to radically change the world... and then trying to embrace the joy of changing the world in small ways every day. For most of us, part of growing up is realizing that we're unlikely to become famous or highly celebrated... but that being needed and important to a few can be just as rewarding.
I felt like a bit of a phony being there as a "mentor" because I'm really not one. I recognized a couple of young women who were already super engaged and I encouraged them a little bit (ie got them to help me out with projects cause I knew they'd say yes) and then I filled in a nomination form. I'm not a mentor in the sense that (I think a mentor should be) they would list me in the top 5 "People I want to be like someday". I'm guessing a basement office in Student Services isn't exactly what they're aspiring to.
The student leaders (and it wasn't actually depressing... just made me pensive) definintely got me thinking about myself at 21 when I graduated from university. I'd probably be a tad bit disappointed with me at 31. I've become much more practical (Husband is probably horrified at the thought that I could be less practical) but I've become much more cynical as well. I've got to work on that.
I think fun, bright coloured tights is a good way to fight cynicism, so I'm on the right track!