January 13th 2023

A fly on the sill 

This week in the wash stall there was a fly on the sill. Out of place. Out of time. A tiny black promise of a summer that feels so far away. When I think about new seasons I tend to dwell on either the sunshine or the flies. I find myself living in the promise of all of the good things yet to come, or I’m stuck playing a never ending loop of potential pitfalls and disaster. Every new seasons bring plenty of things to celebrate, and it’s own challenges. When I dwell on strictly the positives I set myself up for disappointment, and when my mind settles on all of the things that could go wrong I dread the coming change. I am continually reminding myself to find balance, to move forward with a clear vision, and not to let the flies keep me from standing in the sun.