New boots. New seasons. New adventures.

The seasons are shifting. The sun has been shining, waterfights have been had, but my flip flops have moved from permanent fixtures to sharing accommodation with my trainers in the shoe basket. The chill is coming on the air and the view from my bedroom window has a sepia tint to it. I have a sudden craving for new boots.

The academic year is so ingrained on me that September often feels like more of a fresh start than January. January is often a time of frugality, of powering through the cold and dark towards the spring. September makes me feel expectant. Ready for a change or a challenge. New hair is not enough and I secretly know that new boots won’t do the job either.

This year I feel it more strongly than I have in years. A yearning for something new for me, a way to satisfy my itchy feet. This housewife is ready to shake of her apron and try…what?

I’m struggling to  elucidate what I feel. Usually when I write I feel like I am engraving on stone, today I feel like I am trying to write on Jelly.

So what can I actively do? Follow the path before me. Say yes when asked. Trust the one who is leading me.

I feel like I have been getting ready, the spray tan is on, I’m covered in sequins and although I’ve been practising I feel like getting up on that dance floor will show up all of what I don’t know. All that I have missed out on in my nearly 9 year baby break.

Maybe you can relate? Pulled between exhilaration at the prospect of challenge and breaking out of your comfort zone and terror at the thought of falling flat on your face.

But we all know the truth don’t we? We have to try.

I don’t know where my path is heading. I don’t really know what I want to do let alone how I can do it. But I do know that I can follow the path before me. I do know that the spray tan and sequins aren’t for nothing. I do know that I can say yes when asked to dance.

Do I know the steps? Nope. Do I trust the one whose asking? Yes. Does this mean I won’t fall flat on my face? No way. But it does mean that even the fall would be worth it.

And if I don’t fall…that would be the greatest adventure.