My favorite season is spring.
I love the way the trees start to bud, especially the cherry
blossom trees. I love the way flowers start to appear and decorate lawns. I
love the warm weather, reassuring me that bulky winter jackets and boots are a
thing of the past.
I love the fact that winter is over and I have three great
seasons ahead of me.
Best of all, spring reminds me that I can begin again.
I feel like I’ve been stuck in a rut (especially these past
two months). I’m just going through the motions and worst of all; I’ve gotten
content with it. This bothers me. I don’t like sticking myself in my “safe box”
for too long because when I finally do try and branch out from the necessary
tasks that I need to do in my day, I make excuses.
I want to be more bold, more ambitious, more fearless.
I don’t want my last two months here on campus to fly by
before I got a chance to do something worthwhile or memorable.
I got a taste of spring earlier this week for one day. I had
to hop over puddles from the mounds of snow melting. I even switched to a
lighter jacket. Being able to breathe in the warming air, I got a brief taste
of what it was like to not be in winter (until we got a snowstorm two days
later and killed my dreams).
Maybe I just have a case of stir-crazy, but I’m itching for
the earth to renew itself.
And that fierce desire to be fearless? I welcome it with
open arms.
P.S. Happy pi day!!
