Spring has arrived, and I’m thrilled. The daffodils are blooming, the trees are budding out, and the temperatures are running the gamut from just above freezing to warm enough for sandals. I especially love early Spring because I can be outside without battling tree pollen and the annoying mosquitoes that come a bit later. For me, Spring has always been a time of hope: knowing that the long, dark Winter is finally over and that the earth is renewing itself with new and colorful life always makes me happy.
But this year, I’m even more ready for Spring that usual. It’s not that I believe “everything will be alright now,” because even I’m not that stupid. It’s just that I feel that after the events of the past two years, on both a personal and global level, I’m finally ready to move forward.
When the pandemic first hit and the lock downs began, all I wanted was my old life back. I deeply resented all the people who kept saying, “things will never be the same again,” and clung desperately to my belief that somehow, all of us would indeed be able to step back into our pre-Covid lives. But the world did change, and time, as it always does, marched relentlessly forward. Slowly but surely, I began to accept my “new reality” and even make peace with it. In hard times, we just do what we have to do, and learn to find joy in the little things.
But personally, I can’t stay in “survival mode” forever. There comes a time when I need to get back to simply living my life as best I can. That doesn’t mean I’ve finally manged to return to the life I had two years ago, because I haven’t, and never will. It does mean that I’m ready to embrace the life I have as fully as I possibly can, keeping my old habits that still work and shedding the ones that don’t. It means being open to new ways of thinking, doing, and living that make sense with the world as it is now, and the person I have become.
And so I’m ready for Spring, and not just the one I see outside my window. I’m ready for a little rebirth of my own. I’m ready to connect with people I haven’t seen in far too long, and whose absence I’ve felt deeply. Recently, I was lucky enough to meet up with two dear friends from my school days, and I swear that even in the brief time we spent together, I could feel a little piece of my heart thawing out. There really is nothing like being in the physical presence of our loved ones, friends and family alike.
I know that there are still major issues to be faced, and more trials ahead for all of us. But my hope is that somehow in the midst of it all, we can all find our own, personal Spring.