I think it might be spring. Finally. At last. And may I say, It's about time. Winter has pretty much worn out its welcome.
So now I have Spring Fever. Time to clean. Time to dump stuff. Time to move forward.
And that's what it's all really about, isn't it? Moving forward. I always think of spring as the first season of the year, which is silly since the year is already three months old--three months of hardcore winter--and the fourth is undecided. Well. So be it.
I feel energized--well, that's a bit strong. I'm not energized. I'm ready. That's the word. Ready. Ready for change. Ready to shed old skin and try on something new.
If I were going to make resolutions, I'd do it now rather than on a nightmarishly cold night in the midst of winter. I'd do it while the world is tilting into something new.
I have some writing goals for this next year, and we'll see how that all goes. I also have some house goals (does it EVER end?)
What about you?
Happy new year! Spring is here!