How did I experience the energy of this season this week (renewal and awakening)? What signs of spring did I notice around me? How did those signs inspire me?
This week started with me trying to catch up from the very beginning. Monday and Tuesday were chaotic and busy at work, Wednesday evening my stomach reacted to my dinner (this is why we can’t eat nice things…), Thursday was really when I finally got my stride. But that’s what beginnings sometimes entail. I’ve learned from karaoke that sometimes you get a shitty start, but you can still bang out a real party tune if you try.
What is the one thing you learn when you try over and over to launch? You learn how to launch REALLY WELL. If you find yourself not taking off as you’d like, look around. What’s impacting your flight? What’s in your way? What’s weighing you down? By the time you get off the ground, you’ll be an expert at getting into the air. Then you can concentrate on relaxing and getting into the routine after you’ve got this figured out.
I used to criticize myself for restarting so often. I saw it as constant failure. It took decades to process that “failure” was actually another word for “learning”. Every time I thought I failed, I’d actually learned more. Once I made that connection, the idea of restarting lost its intimidating luster.
That is what makes spring (and seasonal living) so amazing. If you don’t get life as close to authentic as you’d like during one season, you have another season after that. There’s no limit to the attempts and different tests and pilots you can do in your life.
This week, the weather in the first few days was simply gorgeous. I was so delighted. The sun was out in rare PNW form and I had a switch up in my schedule, helping out my brother with a ride while he’s getting his bike repaired. I was able to go out for a drive during sunset and as only we have the unique, human privilege to do, I was enjoying the clouds paint the sky above me. For me, scent is a key part of the season and the Monday evening air smelled like spring. Fresh, alive, cool but not too cold, warm in areas where air had been pocketed and heated throughout the day. It filled my entire being with the euphoric warmth under my sternum that I feel when I’m entirely content.
I felt embraced by the season. This week as the day and night came into balance, I felt myself come into balance as well. I hope you also felt the season in your own way.