Spring is here… the season of rebirth, renewal, reawakening. Time to begin anew. I will remember this winter and feel grateful for it, not regretful.  Hold it close as a reminder of what was… allow it to become a catalyst. Because I’m over this lack of energy I’ve experienced for months now, over being tired. Over feeling unable [or unwilling] to devote myself to finding the answer to the question I ask myself each morning: Why am I here?

The time is now.

Spring has reminded me that everything is fleeting: the darkness is temporary, but so is this morning’s sunshine. So today, I am creating the change I’ve ached for all winter long. I am inspiring movement within and around my being. I have chosen to put myself first: to regard the signs as they present themselves to me, to accept their meaning, to stifle a hunger for endeavor no longer.

I’m making a choice: I’m pressing ‘play’ and indulging in the chance for something truly sensational.


The grass is not, in fact, always greener on the other side of the fence. Fences have nothing to do with it. The grass is greenest where it is watered. When crossing over fences, carry water with you and tend the grass wherever you may be. (Robert Fulghum)