I have no idea why January is supposed to be the time of
year for inner-reflection and resolutions.
Who wants to evaluate their life under gray and dreary
clouds blowing bitter wintery gusts of seasonal depression?
Not me, that’s for sure. I buy those pink-hued light bulbs
that mimic UV rays to get my spirits going mid-cabin fever
psychosis.
But, now that it’s officially spring not only do my flip-flops
emerge from hibernation, so does my mind.
Spring is a much better time for goals, personal reflection
and change.
Everyone talks about spring cleaning, and as a quasi-compulsive
cleaner, the alarm sounds from within my brain to
open my windows for a little air exchange and Lysol the Hell
out of anything that may still have winter on its surfaces.
My cat Kirra seeks out dust bunnies to pounce to no avail.
I go over to my parent’s house, otherwise known as free
basement storage, and get all the clothes I have thought about
wearing for the long months of “Ugh, cold” and for once, my
drawers are closing without a fight; everything is folded nicely,
at least for the time being.
Now that my apartment is conquered, I can move on to
cleaning out the cobwebs in my brain.
People are just like plants. We need water, sunlight and a little
TLC to not brown at our edges, whatever that may articulate
to. So when the days are short and bleak, I run on autopilot.
Finally my feet are free from binding footwear and my head
is able to vent too.
Spring, if taken as an awakening, gets my gears going on
evaluating what I actually did over the winter months and
what do I want to do with myself now, now that I’m awake.
I contemplate my current employment, friends, family, and
finances and find stuff I can look forward to.
As of now, I’ve decided I want a vacation, and a really hot
boyfriend.
Where that leaves me with my state of mind is currently
undecided, but I think that once I spend some time outside
wasting a day or two reading under the shade of the tree in my
yard, I’ll fell a lot better about my place in life.
I think this is a straight-across-the-board kind of thing-
spring makes you happier.
You’re life could suck just as much as it did in February, but
now it’s April and despite the fact that taxes are due, your dog
ran away, your boyfriend left you, a leg was amputated or the
dish ran away with the spoon, you are in a fabulous mood.
I’m old enough to move to another more perpetually springlike
state or country, but that’s not the point. The hardship and
suffering one goes through, the complaining and nagging and
whining and hemming and hawing makes nice weather worth
it.
You never really know what you had til it’s gone.
And the anticipation of spring and summer is like; well, fill
in your own cliché.