Spring

This is my favorite time of year.

My love for spring started in high school.  It's the feeling of summer coming.  The tease of no more exams, of getting enough sleep, of going to summer camp and pretending to be free...but not being there yet.  It is the need to struggle, but knowing it'll soon end.  Spring is the feeling of almost achieved beckoning freedom.  Of literal and metaphoric growth.

Spring is feeling the air on your skin with the absence of pain.  It is cool breezes kissing your cheeks, but still giving you chills.  It is the time to solidify new habits, or let go of what isn't working.  It is recalibrating, it is blooming. The time shed our old leaves and flower into who we always were.

I love this time of year.
It is both for effort and reward.  Renewal and release.  Trouble and triumph.

It is knowing that the struggle is ending and will be worth it.
 It is inspiration incarnate.