why? why not?
The transition from spring to summer. It’s an amazing concept; especially when you actually look it up — on Google, in the dictionary, as an image search. Spring means to move or jump suddenly or rapidly upward or forward. I seem to always come back to the season itself — springtime. Everything starts to come alive again — trees blossom and flowers peak, slowly at first, and then suddenly you’re walking in a cherry blossom cloud that becomes a green oasis of threes and fresh grass. Sometimes I feel like I’m watching everything come to life through rose-colored glasses, a tinge of nostalgia for playing in the woods as the trees were coming to life again. Remembering a more simple life, what actually matters. At the same time, it propels me forward — just like a spring.
People have an interesting way of looking at their lives. One minute you’re doing one thing and another moment, everything changes. There are fundamental moments in life that sometimes create a before and after moment. Who you were before and who you are after. Somehow, all of my defining moments happened in the spring. Maybe I hope for that; maybe I look at life that way because I love the prospect of change, whether it’s reinventing ourselves, reinvigorating ourselves, or finding passion. So what better time than spring to look at that? Spring that leads to summer, a time to continue to grow and flourish, a time that the days keep getting longer and brighter. A time to look at what matters, to focus on the light in life.
Life certainly isn’t always easy, so how do we do our best to take care of ourselves, to be the best version of ourselves that feels supported and can support others? I lose myself in runs, mulling over all of these thoughts and what I can do. This is my first time finally taking those jumbles to paper, and it’s invigorating. Words always seem to be my thing; my outlet for creativity. So many other incredible humans can write beautiful stories, why not me?
I’m far from perfect, but I love to talk. I love people, helping them, inspiring them, being the friend who’s always there, no questions asked. My high school best friend calls me a “giver” and this many years later, I can acknowledge she was right. I give and support all of those around me. Why not give some light in what can be a dark world, especially now? Why not recapture the joy of a little girl running through the woods, full of wonder for all of the things this world has to offer, instead of what’s been taken away. Why not own our hurt, find ways to cope, and to take this moment to reflect on what brings us joy? So why write? Somehow I think I may have something to offer. It may not be earth shattering, but who decides to run a marathon in a day? Life is made up of a series of choices, so why not choose to build, create, and breathe. Build relationships, courage. Create what makes us happy — writing, painting, drawing, puzzles. All the while breathing in that fresh air that reminds us that everything comes to life again, everything comes back around, and this too shall pass. So why not choose to put on rose-colored glasses?
