We have a rosebud tree right outside of our living room window. Every spring it sprouts tiny pink flowers on it's branches, that in a few week's time, give way to heart-shaped leaves, bright green and silky. I look forward to watching it every year. It loses it's leaves in November and stays barren and gray for months, until early March when I notice that it's about ready to burst forth with it's tiny, beautiful blossoms.
Spring always seems to come with some kind of transformation, and not just for my tree. All of me - heart, body and soul - knows that it's a season of beginnings and new birth. It's the time of year when I'm most accepting of change. I always have wished that the new year started in March rather than in January, because I'm more apt to setting goals and trying new things when the sun is shining and I'm surrounded by the beauty of wildflowers and things turning green and alive. And my March birthday always feels like the invitation to a fresh start.
Recently, I quit my job. The one super close to home where I worked
part-time and only during the hours Tommy was in school so that I could
be home in the afternoons. For almost four years I had a pretty great
schedule that allowed my life as a wife, mom and employee to feel more balanced. But as some jobs tend
to go, I grew out of it. It no longer was a good fit for me, and so I quit and quickly found something new. And while I had to give up a schedule that I loved,
and would have to start over somewhere else and earn my way back up to
having a paid vacation, I knew a change was needed and so, I made one. I am starting fresh. It is hard, and it is good.
One of my favorite blogger/authors, Kelle Hampton wrote recently on an Instagram photo, "I love the energy in fresh starts and the fact that we can create them as often as we like." Kelle writes over at Enjoying the Small Things. I have read her blog for years and her story-telling and writing style feels like an open window, spring breeze and sunshine pouring in. And anytime I meet a person like that, I tend to surround myself with them - even if it's through written words, because I thrive on sunshine.
I've been thinking about fresh starts and where I can create a few of them this spring. Making lists, and practicing mindfulness, paying attention to my daily and nightly habits. Making notes, some on pen and paper, about where I feel angst or stress, peace, calm and joy. I find myself wanting to try new things too - a Bible study, a hairstyle, a recipe. Maybe take a writing course or join a book club. New things always sound inviting in the spring, don't they? My mind is buzzing with ideas, my heart dizzy with daydreams.
Springtime always comes with invitations to new life. And I never forget to RSVP.