The Start of Something New

I've finally figured out something about myself. Others may have known this all along but never told me. I love new beginnings.

I love the beginning of each season and tire of them as they go on. Right now we are entering fall. I just cleaned the yard and got rid of all the dead summer plants. Tomorrow I will hit the West Allis farmer's market in search of mums, pumpkins, and gourds to brighten up the outside.

Is there anything more exciting than shopping for a new season of fashion? Putting away all the clothes you have been wearing for the past several months to start wearing something different. Even if the items are not new, but rather those which have been waiting patiently in your closet for their renewal. If you haven't worn them for awhile, it feels like welcoming an old friend home.

As each season progresses, however, I loose my enthusiasm and become anxious for the next new beginning.

My next craft...cute kitchen towels

I love beginning a new craft. Researching it, designing it, figuring out how to approach it, buying the materials, and completing it. After a while though, I like to move on to a different project.

I love the beginning of a vacation. Planning, packing, getting to the destination, settling in. By the end I'm always ready to come home and dread the trip back.

As much as I love the start of something new, there is something to be said for the feeling of safety and security that comes from that which is familiar. And I love that just as much.