I’m not going to lie, y’all: October has presented a few challenges around here.
I adore fall in New England: crisp air, bold blue skies, vivid leaves, fresh apples. But the days suddenly grow shorter in October, presaging the difficult winter ahead. The seasonal shift, as Christie has so eloquently articulated, leaves me feeling a bit raw and vulnerable. And the daily struggles have been piling up.
I’m job hunting, as you know if you read this recent post. That ongoing strain is starting to tell on me – and on my husband. I’ve been fighting what I think (hope) are season-change allergies, and as we turned our heater on to combat the first few cold nights, it kept sputtering and switching off. We have made six service calls in three weeks, and though the repairmen are always prompt and polite, I just want it to be fixed. (Preferably before the snows come.)
As if that weren’t enough, I lost my wallet – a beautiful red Kate Spade wallet I adored, full of vital bits and pieces that had to be canceled (bank cards) and/or replaced (driver’s license, subway pass, health insurance cards). And on the way to church recently, my husband and I were in a fender bender. No one was injured, and the other driver readily admitted his fault, but still. We can’t seem to catch a break.
While the big stuff is driving me insane, I’ve been taking refuge in small triumphs: the little tasks that, once completed, give me a (sometimes disproportionate) rush of satisfaction.
The button-down shirt, crisply ironed. The broken curtain rod, reattached. The perfectly brewed cup of tea; the vase of flowers trimmed and arranged. The book review, written and polished and sent off on time. And, related to my wallet loss: the phone call made, the paperwork dealt with, the brand-new account opened or ID card replaced.
I’m hoping some of these big challenges will smooth themselves out before long. But until then, I have to say: tackling a sinkful of dirty dishes or finishing off a few knitted smoothie hats can feel awfully rewarding.
What kind of small triumphs give you a rush of satisfaction?