spring is coming...

It's the first day of spring and the snow we woke up to yesterday is melting, melting. The sun is shining and the sky is blue. But it is only 43 degrees. (50 is my happy low minimum.)

Spring and summer are so much different for me than fall and winter. Even fall doesn't do this to me, usually, as long as the weather stays mild. And last winter was so much easier than this year has been. This winter has just been so much snow and cold, after I expected it to be over already - not because of the groundhog but because we had had some mild days only a few weeks ago. (The photos above were taken on one of of those mild days.)

When I can feel spring coming, it makes me more impatient for it to really arrive. Cold snaps are just hard. And snow on top of cold snaps? So. Hard.

I want to stop wearing socks. I want to be barefoot and wear skirts without two or three layers under them and ditch the sweaters. I want to go outside and feel the heat on my skin.

Spring is coming... but it isn't here yet and I am waiting impatiently. Which I know makes it harder, but I can't seem to help it, not right now. I am shoulding all over the place ("spring SHOULD be here") and pouting. That's just how right now feels. So unrealistic and unzen.

I think it is time to step away from the computer and snuggle up under a warm comforter and read a good book. End of winter self care, being in the moment as it really is. So hard, but I can make this easier on myself.

Spring is coming...