Diagnosis : Crippling Case of Spring Fever

I sat down to write my blog yesterday and I was struck with a serious acute febrile affliction known as Spring Fever. It was finally warm, it smelled like sun warmed hyacinth and fresh air, the sky was bright blue, and my head was completely consumed with lust for iced coffees, road trips, sundresses, and blissfully prolonged daylight hours. I crawled out onto my fire escape to soak in and be inspired to write by the glorious weather, but instead I came up short. I tried to look at things from all angles, but I was left feeling unfocused like all my internal stabilizers were on the fritz and crusted over with new-Spring pollen. So today, I opened up my trusty (and blank) blog draft from yesterday and although today the day is gray and rainy and still, I still am feeling lost for words. 

I'm deciding to call a spade a spade here and just acknowledge that sometimes on the Ever Forward journey you take a little detour that trips you up and you don't know how to put it into words. Spring Fever is also very much a disease of transition. I'm staring out my window at a line of trees. Some have burst forth into green buds, and some are still stark and bare like a relic of winter all alien and misplaced in the newly warm air. Right now I'm one of those bare trees. Energy, hard-earned life lessons, and passion pulse within me but it's not clear yet what direction it's heading. This is just one of those weeks where I feel less capable of making sense of this particularly strange season in Ever Forwardland. If you happen to be feeling that way too, lets just give ourselves a pass for now and trust that new life will spring up from the dormant soils oh so very soon, huh?

Please accept this in place of more lengthy heartfelt insights this week :