It's the end of another season here at the ranch. Guests left yesterday, all the cabins are closed down, and the bulk of the staff will leave today or tomorrow. Good-byes and transitions always feel odd, no matter how much I think I might get used to them.
There's also a sense of closure and completion in seasonal work that I like. The winds of change blow every 3-6 months max. It's inevitable. I like the flow of different energies across seasons.
That said, this round of closing down and good byes has me thinking about a note I wrote to myself last August 4th as my friend Evan left the ranch.
"8.4 Evan just left. I just realized that I'm a little too tenderhearted to work in seasonal positions for the long term. It's much easier to be the one leaving, but it's maybe better to not say good bye to such good people every few months. It's okay for now, but it's too hard for me to be sustainable. Every time good bye feels equally devastating. Too bad. I like to fancy myself a nomadic soul."
There's also a sense of closure and completion in seasonal work that I like. The winds of change blow every 3-6 months max. It's inevitable. I like the flow of different energies across seasons.
That said, this round of closing down and good byes has me thinking about a note I wrote to myself last August 4th as my friend Evan left the ranch.
"8.4 Evan just left. I just realized that I'm a little too tenderhearted to work in seasonal positions for the long term. It's much easier to be the one leaving, but it's maybe better to not say good bye to such good people every few months. It's okay for now, but it's too hard for me to be sustainable. Every time good bye feels equally devastating. Too bad. I like to fancy myself a nomadic soul."
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