Forever restless

I stayed out of the sun when I was young, not because I knew better, but because I’m a Type A personality who gets too restless to lay around and do nothing — Georgette Mosbacher

As one season transitions into the next, I always find myself restless. Certain seasons tend to amplify the restlessness and wanderlust more than others. Depending on how I feel, fall / autumn is the best or worst season for me. More often than not it’s the best season for me.

In winter, I like being cocooned at home and work on stuff like writing, reading whatever I can get my hands on and anything else that might have been neglected when spring and summer rolled around. I hear the acoustic guitar grumbling at me. Not in a judgmental way. Just feeling a little neglected. Sorry, amigo. The restlessness is very manageable during winter.

As winter recedes and spring inches forward, the restlessness is channelled into getting the vegetable garden ready, making sure the push mower blades get sharpened and adjusted. Not to mention the non-home-related stuff I’m annually committed to working on. I’ve always referred to spring as the busy season.

With summer, I do the usual homeowner stuff like mow the lawn and tend to the vegetable garden. But this summer, I wasn’t too keen on one thing. Too much rain from spring to summer fucked up my vegetable garden. I know I wasn’t alone in this frustration. Some folks had the same issues while others didn’t have too many problems. Luck of the draw, throw on the dice, I guess. But do have to say that this was the first year I harvested Saskatoon berries and the apple tree had a very good summer. Still, it was too much rain. There is always next summer for the vegetable garden.

Then there is autumn. I love autumn. It’s when everything to do with the yard winds down and gets prepped for winter. The vegetable garden will be cleared out and the shrubs cut back before the end of October and I get to leave everything alone. Doing all this stuff doesn’t alleviate my restlessness, though. It probably makes it worse. Because I don’t have to tend to the yard or worry about the garden, my brain or my gut, or both, want to get into ‘Let’s get the fuck out of here and do something fun’ mode.

‘Let’s get the fuck out of here and do something fun’ can mean a number of things.

1) Wanderlust has seeped into my bones and I need a break from everything to shake loose the useless crap that has been swimming in my head and reboot, re-focus and reinforce the work I’m doing on my personal projects, for example, my writing.

2) I really need to do the odd fun thing just to break up the everyday monotony. Axe throwing looks mighty tempting.

3) With regards to my short-story-turned-novel, there is a part of me that just wants to start writing again even though I’m not done with the research I need to do for it. I think my two main characters who I affectionately refer to as my boys, are getting a little rambunctious and in need of my attention.

Well, I’m looking to address these three things this fall. I just might be chomping at the bit to get to it which can’t come soon enough.

Channelling the restless energy in the most productive and positive way is the best thing I can do for myself. I don’t do willy-nilly or nothing very well. Leaving the energy unchecked and undirected almost always ends up badly for the other people involved.

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