Planting Seeds in Summer

Summer arrives tonight at 10:41 p.m. I’ll probably be asleep; I have a big day tomorrow. Summer is my favorite season; motivation is ever present and possibilities feel endless. The days are long with warm air and bright colors. Yes, it is also oppressively hot but that’s our fault at this point in the homo sapiens era. I am planting seeds this summer. Lamenting, wishing, and hoping no longer suffice. I move into action.

Career action to create an environment where I can rest and recharge. I’m not built to play the game, and I can’t hide it to save my life. The prominent culture across industries is unhealthy for how my brain works. I prefer emotional honesty. Happy, aggravated, irritated, frustrated, excited, unsure, uneasy, I want the truth because we can work with truth. Then we know how everyone is feeling and what they have the capacity for. Maybe it’s “unrealistic” but I would appreciate it.

I tried to wear the mask, but I can’t anymore. I have strengths and enjoy putting them to use but that is never enough. It’s time I take those abilities and try something else. If you’re unhappy in a situation, find a way out. Maybe I’ve outgrown my current role, I might be bored, feel a bit caged. I believe I’m meant to reinvent parts of my life to maintain balance with the rest.

I risk my wellbeing and stability with inaction. Complaints do little, bare honesty and effort will unfold a new path. I’m semi-detached. My work always displays my best effort but passion is dwindling. I believe passion is sustainable and revivable in the right environment. The plan is to learn as much as possible, ask for help, create a portfolio, and discover a new post. Reinvigorate myself and flex a different creative muscle.

Summer is the perfect season to begin. This is when I feel my best, maybe it’s my Cancer Moon. Aligned with life, color, and adventure. I will find a place to regulate myself. I must make a life for myself that is sustainable. My real life, friends, family, hobbies, interests, curiosities, joys are what matter. I need to be able to show up for them. It’s taken years to get to this place. Arrival is picking up tools and walking outside. A little overwhelmed and unsure but determined to weed, seed, water, and grow.

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