In Season

We don't expect tomatoes in December.

We don't wonder why the oak tree isn't blooming in February, or question why the farmer isn't harvesting in March.

But somehow, we've convinced ourselves that our productivity should be a flat line. That Tuesday should feel like Saturday. That July's output should match January's enthusiasm.

This sets us up for disappointment.

Your energy has seasons. Your creativity has seasons. Your capacity for deep work, for breakthrough thinking, for pushing through resistance—it all has seasons.

Some weeks you're spring: bursting with ideas, everything feels possible, you tackle the hard stuff with ease. Other weeks you're winter: quiet, reflective, doing the maintenance work that keeps everything running but doesn't make headlines.

When you're in your harvest season, you harvest. When you're in your fallow season, you prepare the soil.

Both are productive. Both are necessary.

September brings the return of routines, the rhythm of school schedules, the promise of a fresh start that feels more real than January ever did. Maybe this is your season to lean in. Maybe it's your season to step back and prepare.

Either way, don't fight it.