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September 16, 2015

Falling into Fall: Acceptance, Mindfulness & Living in the Now.

Falling into Fall

Last night, after tucking my three toddlers into bed, I headed outside for a night time jump.

Since purchasing the trampoline this past Christmas, my four-year-old has made a habit of sneaking downstairs and begging mommy or daddy to take him outside for a night time jump. I rarely decline the invitation, as the starry sky holds some of our most precious memories.

I was secretly hoping to hear his door slide open last night but 20 minutes passed with no sign of a sneaking toddler.

So, I decided to take myself out for a peaceful jump.

The crisp air greeted my cheeks as I climbed onto the trampoline. I stood up but instead of watching my feet leave the mesh floor as I bounced into the air, I looked up. My eyes met the stars and my gaze instantly locked on the twinkling sky.

Instead of jumping, I fell backwards.

I felt the air separate beneath me as my body cut swiftly through. The slight spring of the mesh flooring gave enough to create a soft landing. I let myself sink in while still staring up at the sky.

The busyness of my chaotic life faded into the background. For the first time in a while I felt myself stop. The constant noise inside my head, which usually played on repeat, was paused. The overwhelming heaviness of a never ending to-do list vanished.

My head was silent. I was still.

A cool breeze swept through the yard and blew a leaf onto my face. I could smell the sweet scent of fall just over the horizon. It was quickly approaching.

I thought of last fall.

A fleeting memory tucked behind a pumpkin spiced haze was all that came to mind. Fall, my favorite season, seemed to be gone before I could breathe it all in. I wondered,

“Why does fall always fly by so fast?”

As I woke this morning, greeting the day with a pumpkin spice latte in one hand and a to-do list in another, I realized it’s not just fall that is flying by. It’s life.

The three months preceding Thanksgiving and Christmas certainly seem to be on overdrive as I scurry to prepare for the holidays, but life itself is becoming a blur.

The busyness is painting a cloudy haze over my once vivid memories. Rushing through life is keeping me from living it.

So, this fall, instead of looking ahead to what might never come, I’m falling back. I’m pushing the pause button. I’m slowing down. Way down. I’m breathing in the crisp pumpkin and apple spiced air. I’m standing still.

And, I’m letting go.

I’m letting go of the past and falling into the moment. I’m quieting the critics in my head that whisper, “you should have done more,” and falling into the knowledge that I did enough.

That I am enough.

I’m letting go of the mistakes I made yesterday—the angry outburst toward my husband and the ugly bedtime battle with my kids.

I’m letting go of the guilty hangover that follows and falling into the beautiful gifts of grace, humility and forgiveness that arise out of my imperfections.

I’m letting go of the future and feeling my feet planted firmly beneath me. I’m throwing away the picture my mind painted of how life was supposed to be and falling in love with how my life is.

I’m letting go of what I think I want and learning to appreciate what I have.

I’m letting go of my illness, of my yet to be determined autoimmune disease, and falling into deep acceptance, knowing that my physical limitations don’t change who I am.

I’m letting go of the need to have a name, a cause and a cure for my condition and learning to trust the process, believing that more will be revealed when the time is right.

I’m letting go of trying to will the pain away and falling into gratitude for the lessons I am learning through the pain.

I’m letting go of the uncertainty of my career path and falling into awe of the passions that have developed because of unexpected circumstances. I’m breaking free of the box I locked myself into and welcoming the array of possibilities that live in the space surrounding the box.

I’m letting go of expectations and falling into experiencing.

I’m giving up the prep and planning that accompany the holidays and taking time to feel the joy that exists beneath the hustle and the bustle. I’m trading in the shopping and the gift wrapping for moments of connection with my three precious boys.

I’m letting go of the agendas and to-do lists and embracing the magic that lives in the heart of those boys.

This fall, I’m falling back into a pile of leaves. I’m losing myself in a corn maze. I’m smashing a pumpkin. I’m dancing in the rain.

This fall, I’m learning to live again. Really live. I’m painting over the cloudy haze. I’m adding detail to my memories.

This fall, I’m pushing pause.

This fall, I’m letting go.

This fall, I’m falling into now.

 

Relephant:

20 Ways to Connect to the Present Moment.

Author: Christine Suhan

Apprentice Editor: Brandie Smith/Editor: Catherine Monkman

Photo: Courtesy of the Author.

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Hema Unnoop Dec 24, 2015 4:02pm

Hello Christine,

I absolutely loved this post of yours. Letting go sounds so simple yet so difficult as many of us struggle to let go and live in the present moment.

I myself have had a hectic time trying to let go of the want to please others, let go of people who made me feel drained, let go of the need to be perfect.

When I finally let go, my life exploded into change. I feel more at peace with myself and enjoy life better 🙂

Thank you for sharing your experience.
Wishing you a wonderful Christmas and great year ahead 🙂
Hema

Lisa Oct 12, 2015 4:24pm

I love this so much – spoke to me very deeply and personally today. Thank you for this story.

Kathy Sep 16, 2015 11:15am

I love this!! My favorite part…"I'm adding detail to my memories"! What an inspiring idea, which can only happen if we take the time to MAKE it happen. Thanks for the reminder of what life should be about!

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Christine Suhan

Christine Suhan is a wife, stay at home mom to three wild toddler boys and writer/creator at Feelings and Faith. She has a master’s degree in marriage and family therapy which she is currently not using while she pursues her new found passion for writing.