I love winter—I really do. I love the snow and brisk clean air, and I always have enough pockets to carry everything. (I lose things more often in summer!) But spring just inspires the soul so much more. It gives pause. Sometimes it even takes the breath away. But it almost always gives hope.

Perhaps spring just inspires the hope that all things can be reborn, at least with a new look or a fresh start, even if not with a new purpose. I keep waiting for my chance to burst out with a new identity or new direction. I keep feeling that it’s coming, and I guess spring reminds me that it’s still within reach.

I guess  my obsessions with butterflies and flowers make more sense than I thought. And that’s the theme for the last few weeks: transitions from decay to life, new growth, rebirth, or just the newness of it all. Spring is here: embrace the change.

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