I’m trying not to be a baby about this. I’m trying really hard. But for goodness sake, do I have to wake up to fresh snow every single morning?? Boooooo!
I don’t know about you but I am sooooooooooooooo ready for some sunshine on my face and the smell of a crisp, cool Spring morning. I am ready to run outside and not worry about bailing on an invisible sheet of ice (like I seem to narrowly avoid every morning on our walk to the school bus stop). I’m ready to dust off our bikes and get my oldest off training wheels so we can go for family bike rides.
This is the time of year where I get into a mental funk. January is harsh but expected. I know it’s going to be cold and the days are going to be short. February is much of the same but with that glimmer of hope that Spring is getting closer. March, I look forward to that extra hour of daylight in the evening and the beginnings of seeing grass again. And by April…dude…I just want to see flowers blooming, new life, new hope, whatever you want to call it. I just don’t want to see winter any longer.
It seems that a lot of us are going through similar thoughts about Spring. The string of dreary, sunless days get to us. We get tired, listless and motivation goes right out the window because hibernation sounds sooooooo much more appealing.
Anyone else is that boat of just wanting a shift in the seasons?