This morning, I was sitting at my desk trying to coax myself into creating something…anything.
But the truth is, I just didn’t have it in me.
Outside, the sky was a dull grey and the rain was coming down hard — a typical Vancouver winter day.
The kind that settles into your bones and asks your whole being to slow down.
I could feel it in myself.
My body wasn’t reaching for productivity.
It was reaching for warmth, comfort, and quiet.
A soft blanket.
A warm bowl of soup.
A good book instead of a long to-do list.
And for a moment, that old familiar voice crept in:
“Come on, Kerry…you should be doing more.”
But then something softened.
I looked out at the trees, almost bare now, and it hit me:
The shift I’m feeling isn’t personal — it’s seasonal.
And not just weather seasonal.
Life seasonal.
Because life moves in rhythms, not straight lines.
Winter is just one example, but the truth is, we all move through seasons — even when they have nothing to do with the calendar.
There are seasons of energy and momentum.
Seasons of clarity and decision-making.
Seasons of waiting, pausing, or quietly rebuilding.
And seasons where something in us is breaking down so something new can grow.
My dad, a nature lover, taught me to pay attention to these cycles when I was young.
He reminded me that every season and creature has its own purpose.
And none of them try to be anything they’re not.
Bears hibernate.
Gardens die back.
Squirrels store the food they can and leave the rest.
Flowers stop blooming without apologizing for it.
Somewhere along the way, we forget we’re part of that same cycle, too.
And that our inner season might not always match the world’s pace.
The world often wants us to be in perpetual spring…
Growing.
Producing.
Showing up at full capacity.
All. The. Time.
But inside, you might be in a different season altogether…
A winter of rest.
A fall of releasing something you’ve outgrown.
A spring of tiny new beginnings.
A summer of energy and expansion.
There’s no right season to be in. There’s only the one that feels true for you right now.
And when you honour that, something shifts.
Your shoulders drop.
Your breath deepens.
Your mind stops fighting the pace that your body already knows is true.
When I stopped forcing myself this morning and let myself be exactly where I was…
Quieter, slower, a little more reflective…
Something in me softened.
And ironically, that’s when the idea for this blog arrived.
Not from trying to be in a different season than the one I’m actually in.
But from allowing space.
From listening.
And the truth in the moment.
It reminded me that life moves more smoothly when I let myself follow the season I’m in, instead of the one I think I should be in.
If you’re not sure what season of life you’re in, here are a few gentle questions you can ask yourself:
What season does my inner world feel like today?
What pace is my body quietly asking for?
Where might I be pushing when I could soften?
What wants to rest…and what wants to grow?
There’s no “right” answer here.
Just the beginning of a kinder, more honest conversation with yourself.
Notice where your energy naturally rises, and where it leans toward rest.
And let that be enough.
Kerry xo
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