I love spring.
All fine and good, right. But it’s February. And a little early to be talking about Spring, you might think.
Yes, I like to put the big heavy sweaters and coats back in storage and pull out the bright-colored t-shirts and flowery blouses. It’s energizing to me to walk outside and have the sun warm my flesh. The singing birds lift my spirits and the blooming flowers demonstrate rebirth and renewal in a tangible way.
We all hit low points in our lives and look forward to the chance to get a do-over. We look for times and circle days on the calender that can represent a clean slate.
In December I had a major countdown to January 1. For me, flipping the page on the calender to a new year, meant I could bury last year with all its hardships and disappointments and begin a new one. It would be as easy as flipping open a new notebook and staring down at a blank page. There, I could start writing a new existence with a happy ending.
Only nothing has really changed besides the date. Has it?
So when work is still stressful, and the bills and laundry still reach mountainous heights, and daily life becomes a vicious cycle, the hope of a year-renewed fades. The winter doldrums take over, and we look for a new day on the calender to embrace as the first day of our do-over.
Often that becomes Spring, when the world shakes off hibernation and new life in the form of flowers and birds give us hope for a new, better tomorrow.
But I think only real hope can return when we don’t look to a specific date or even a specific circumstance. Living life is about accepting the challenges (and getting a helmet, a really pretty purple helmet with big yellow daisies if you want) and facing each and every day with the knowledge that we have the strength to over come them and push forward. Today can be better than yesterday, not because of the date on the calender of the season, but because we choose to keep pushing forward.