So grateful that the long, dark, cold of winter is over. Despite damp, chilly March days and cold nights with frost, spring is on its way.
Hibernation was nice and cozy as the snow fell, but I long to breathe again.
I long to shed those wretched masks and with deep gulps, inhale life and spring air. There’s a growing desire to live somewhere where masks aren’t required. I find myself thinking more and more about moving to another state where freedom lives. Where smiles are contagious instead of fear.
My daughter would say, “Oh Mother, don’t be so dramatic!” But I need to breathe.
In the past year, I’ve learned a lot about myself. Having always been a shy and quiet person, I’ve surprisingly discovered a rebel lives inside me, who is clamoring to get out.
So many things I thought were important, are falling by the wayside. Shedding baggage is so liberating. Trying times often have a way of bringing life into focus . . . revealing with a new clarity, what really matters . . . revealing how I want to spend my limited currency of time.
Breathe again . . deep breaths.