Day 3: Seasons

When I go to work, there’s always the chance that I may end up with someone on my crew that I’m not exactly compatible with.

When this happens, I usually just move on and forgot about the trip, or if it goes terribly-I try to avoid working with that person in the future.

But today, I started thinking to myself..why do we meet people, and for some reason seem to have a hard time letting them go if we realize that our personalities just may not be compatible-or their presence in our lives is no longer something that is positive or adds to our life?

On any note, I know what you’re thinking..but throwing away something is just like giving up?

But, I don’t believe that.

I believe that sometimes people come into our lives to serve a purpose, to teach us something about ourselves, or to sometimes even give us a reality check.

The hardest part is when the time you had with someone comes to an end..and I promise I’m not being a pessimist.

I truly hope that when we find one another, we will find that the lessons we learn will never end, that we will continue to grow together instead of apart.

Nonetheless, I have come to realize in the last two months that I have been lucky enough *insert sarcasm* to experience being on both sides of this very real hypothetical situation.

I have been the Winter snow that was beautiful, breathtaking, but after a period was melting and giving way to Spring, the season-rather the person, that didn’t want things to end..and I have been the Spring warmth breaking through to new beginnings seeking to breath in the fresh, crisp air.

I have felt the sting of rejection, the loss of my best friend and home, and the painful absence of a love that once warmed my heart..and I didn’t do it willingly. I fought for my love, and my love became a blizzard-harsh, cold, and unwavering. In some sense, I hope together we can find beauty in the ferocity of my love-and the strength of my storm when everything else has faded to a grey and died away.

I hope that my love for you never has to be a storm, and that throughout our seasons I find peace in your hand in mine as we weather them together.

I hope that in each season, I find your hand making snowballs in my Winter, planting seeds of renewal in the Spring, rejoicing in the warmth of Summer, and raking leaves of change in the Fall.

I hope in return, I can find myself before then-so I can weather your storms of hurt, heartbreak, loss, and whatever past you may bring with you.

Whatever the weather, I will have your umbrella, coat, bathing suit, and snow boots.

Sincerely, a very tired me.