There’s something I love about all seasons.
Summer for all the fond memories and sense of nostalgia it holds.
Autumn for the drastic change from lush greenery to oranges, browns and reds. The way it brings together warmth and coldness.
Winter for the way it exposes the earth, strips the trees of its leaves and the world of its color – yet at the same time, brings so much cheer and coziness and familiarity.
And Spring, the time of year when things come back to life, flowers bloom, creatures (and people) emerge from their winter hibernations, and change is embraced with open hearts.
The first phase of Spring is a time when plants begin to defrost, shed themselves of the winter cold and emerge from their dreariness.
In the second phase, they begin to grow, their roots take hold and they grow, grow, grow.
In the third phase, their leaves reach up toward the sun and embrace warmth, embrace change.
And then one morning, seemingly out of nowhere, a flower appears. Beautiful, vibrant and full of life.
The last 7 months have been a season of change. In these last few months, I have shed myself of my dark, cold winter. I’ve grown. I’ve realized my beauty and allowed myself to strengthen and improve myself – for myself.
Right now, I’m in the third phase of spring. I’m embracing the change that is happening in my life and in my heart. Every day, I’m working toward becoming the person I want to be. The joyful, calm, kind, radiant me.
And I can’t wait to bloom.