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 :