As of today, we are officially in Spring. The time when snow melts, ice thaws, and the sun traditionally begins to shine more. When the planet warms, bringing forth new life, springing out of the ground. Plants bloom, hibernation ends, and our whole outlook tends to become brighter.
It's a season of celebration. Of Carnival, of Easter, and May Day. Of Saint Patrick's Day and Cinco De Mayo. Of Spring Break.
And it is a time of new beginnings.
In that spirit, I wanted to to give a reminder that now is as good of a time as any for a fresh start. If there is something you need to give up but missed lent, why not start now? If you need to leave a relationship that is toxic or abusive, why not start that new life now, just as the rest of the planet is doing? If you need to change jobs, change majors, pursue new opportunities, why not now?
Pursue that new job, seek that new relationship, start that new project.
"Change will not come if we wait for some other person, or if we wait for some other time. We are the ones we've been waiting for. We are the change that we seek."
So stop waiting for some other time. Stop waiting for things to be different. Stop procrastinating.
There has never been a better day to make a change. No day but today. So if there is anything you are looking to improve, to change, or to start, the only way you can guarantee it will happen is to start today.
Because the truth is, there will never be a perfect day. There will never be a perfect time or situation.
So go for it. Dream. Strive. Change.
You've got this.
This spring as it comes bursts up in bonfires green,
Wild puffing of emerald trees, and flame-filled bushes,
Thorn-blossom lifting in wreaths of smoke between
Where the wood fumes up and the watery, flickering rushes.
I am amazed at this spring, this conflagration
Of green fires lit on the soil of the earth, this blaze
Of growing, and sparks that puff in wild gyration,
Faces of people streaming across my gaze.
And I, what fountain of fire am I among
This leaping combustion of spring? My spirit is tossed
About like a shadow buffeted in the throng
Of flames, a shadow that's gone astray, and is lost.