It's the first day of spring!
I wait for this all year long (similar to awaiting the first day of school, fatigued by endless craft projects and dramatic statements of "I'm bored, Mom!").
Change is kind of like love - to be feared, to be celebrated, it can hurt you but you can't fight it. And when you just accept it, that bridge you were on lands you in a world of fresh opportunity.
Yeah, yeah, yeah...I hate sounding sentimental so let me switch to baseball. Eleven days and we change from pre-season to regular season. I love baseball. I love spring food. I love experiencing spring break vicariously through the college kids in my suburb, through my kids as they sleep in and allow me time to write.
Change...fear of it can be packed away and forgotten like winter sweaters and wool pants. I'm ready to have some fun. I'm badly in need of a tan. I spy purple flowers that give me an aromatic lift when I think too far ahead.
I used to be afraid of the future.
But I've changed.