I used to always say fall was my favorite season for reasons such as my birthday, Thanksgiving, football, the crispness of the air, the crunchiness of the leaves, the warm colors of the trees…
But as I have gotten older, my appreciation for the year’s second season has grown tremendously. I don’t know if it’s because Connecticut winters feel so much longer than the Jersey winters I grew up with but the second the temperature gets over 40 degrees, my mood instantly improves. There is just something about feeling the sun on your skin after months of hibernating that is super rejuvenating.
Spring is just so symbolic. For me, it symbolizes a fresh start. With spring comes: more hours of sunlight, a complete rebirth of nature, the removal of winter’s layers (both physically and metaphorically), an opportunity for cleansing, etc. Spring is so hopeful. In a way it gives us permission to do things winter prevents us from doing. It gives us permission to enjoy mother nature. It gives us permission to put our coats and scarves away. It gives us permission to drive with our windows down. As someone who feels very trapped by winter, spring gives me permission to be free again. The older I get, the more appreciative I am for that freedom.
This year, I’m gonna embrace the seasonal transition as a lifestyle transition. I just recently started my first big girl job and I am so excited to begin this journey. I’m excited for these new experiences and for the chance to blossom simultaneously with the flowers on the tree outside my window. The changing of seasons will be the perfect inspiration for me to embrace these new beginnings.