Spring Fever

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!!