I know I'm probably going to hear moans and groans when I say this, but I am so done with this summer. It has been hot, dusty, filled with construction noise, insects running from the construction and hiding out in my apartment, and not the kind of soft, sweet summers I enjoy. So when I woke up that first morning to cool, crisp air and the first hint of fall color way up on the hill, I was jumping up and down for joy. However, just to make sure I didn't forget who was in charge, September decided to throw in a heat wave, complete with hair curling humidity of Biblical proportions. The AC broke down on the bus coming home from getting my hair cut. Yeah, it was that kind of day.
Then the heavens opened up, the rain came tumbling down like Niagara Falls, and the temps came tumbling down. I threw open the windows to let in the delicious coolness ... and by noon on the following day it was back up to a heat index of 92. At this point I literally stuck my head out of the window and shouted towards the sky: "Will you please make up your mind before I lose mine?"
Don't you just hate it when you can't make up your mind between two alternatives? When either/or has it's pros and cons, and neither one stands out as the obvious choice? What I have found is that when that happens to me, I just offer this up to the Universe: "I don't know which way to go with this. So I will remain open to whatever is in my highest and best interest, with harm to no one." Eventually a way presents itself and I am able to move on. Often the best thing we can do when we find ourselves stuck between a rock and a hard place is to offer it up, stay open, and as Mike Dooley of Notes From The Universe fame always says: "choose the one that sucks the least" until another door opens. The worst thing is staying stuck and not moving at all which, if you think about it, is also a choice.
In the case of this month of September, the one with an identity problem, I have decided to give it up, keep the shorts and the ice tea handy, and not put the fans away just yet, but just to be on the safe side, I've dug out the hoodies and sweat pants. If you can't be a woman for all seasons, what's the point of it all anyway?
And so it is.