Ready to Move On

It hit. I could feel it at the beginning of the month. I was certain of it by the end of last week. I had no doubt today. I am ready to move on.

I am done with winter.

Yes, today was a more mild weathered day, but in all honesty I need more than 40 degrees to warm up my toes and my heart. I need spring to come, for the new buds of life to take hold of the barren trees that line the roads I travel. I need spring to come, the sun to shine through the rain and send shimmers of light through my window. I need spring to come, for new life to break through the bleak brown world and make it gorgeously green.

Admittedly, the world is a beautiful place covered with the whiteness of snow and the perfection of frosted over glass, but in this season, life is asleep. No growth is possible.

And so I find myself in a place ready. Ready to move on. Move on to growth. To warmth. To spring. Even in this place of readiness, I find myself faltering, of not knowing what step to take next. Like a child blindfolded, trying in earnest to pin the tail on the donkey, I step with hesitation, and a goofy grin on my face, hoping that the world is not laughing at me. And if they do, I want to be the first to giggle at my folly. And I want to laugh the loudest, in hopes of drowning out the rest.

I'm ready. Ready to move on.
Spring come soon.