I’ve been sitting here a while now staring at the prompts for this week’s Blogophilia challenge. What is Blogophilia? Simply one of the most fun writing challenges between Earth and Mars. https://marvgrn08.wordpress.com/2020/11/29/blogophilia-39-13-sudden-change-of-seasons/?fbclid=IwAR0JZuR0fK8sckgbPyfZ61ABD9F0obpC3w62sbqX4g4TjuLlQ4cY9oRPMII
adjective: sudden occurring or done quickly and unexpectedly or without warning.
noun plural noun: seasons1. each of the four divisions of the year (spring, summer, autumn, and winter) marked by particular weather patterns and daylight hours, resulting from the earth’s changing position with regard to the sun.
a proper or suitable time.”to everything there is a season”
archaic an indefinite or unspecified period of time; a while.
Thank you google dictionary.
Here in North Carolina the changing of the seasons of the year are not often a sudden event. Mother Nature loves to draw things out here. Especially when transitioning from Summer to Autumn. We have Summer, Summer Lite, Summer Part Deux, Pre-Autumn, Summer Returns, Autumn fights Back, and then the continuing battle until Winter steps up and puts them both in the corner. Kinda. Summer and Autumn do tend to chuckle at Winter’s bold declaration of “watch this”. First frost doesn’t faze their determination of not relinquishing their assumed control.They hold tight right up until Winter manages to drop the temperature to well below freezing and even maybe offer a dusting of snow.
But seasons are not exclusively for the division of the year. As mentioned in the definitions above.
It is also times of our lives. The changing of the seasons of our lives are not often sudden. We see the changes approaching as we travel this journey. We do not abruptly go from toddler to middle age.
There are events though, that can appear out of nowhere and blindside us, creating a social distortion of sorts. The important thing, is in how we handle the events. Whether we allow them to create growth, and strength or whether we allow them to drag us down.
An accident, a death, a job loss, among others, bring about a sudden change of seasons. Almost four years ago I lost my husband suddenly to a massive heart attack. Eight months ago, I suddenly lost my job to the pandemic. While I could have allowed myself to wallow in self pity and despair, instead I have grown. I know I am not the same person I once was, I am headed in a much better direction.
And if Autumn can just hold on until Spring, I’ll be an even happier camper.