I think I am an 80 year old trapped in a 20something body.
I am shocked, each year anew, when I am directed to spring forward and instantly it is light until 7:30.
This is great! Well, except that's usually when I'm getting ready to go to bed. Now my eyelids set with the sun and it's marvelous to enjoy daylight it really is but well, I have to be up so early anyway and I was just getting excited to have my 5am Drake run be without my flashing headlamp and dayglow vest and here we go again (again?) my mornings are a cold dark shuffle and I can hardly keep my eyes open on the drive to work.
Springing has really hit me hard this year. Usually I love to spring! But I just forgot all about it and it truly is taking me by surprise. It was warm enough today to put the windows down on the drive home and I truly (because sometimes I exaggerate) had the thought "OH YEAH! Summer here is AWESOME."
I had forgotten.
The light at the end of my tunnel is almost here and I completely forgot how much I usually crave it.
Because March, yes March, usually beats us to a pulp around here. Not to say that it hasn't, but somewhere amidst the madness March throws us little reminders that it too, shall pass. And maybe my punishment for not believing in March is an excessive amount of tiredness. Perhaps I have offended March by continually assuming the worst of him (March must be a him, right?)
Some day, not too far off, I will be warm OUTSIDE and the snow will melt and I will go to bed after the sun. And I will enjoy it. And I won't be worn down by it.
And then next year. NEXT year. I'll remember that it's not so bad.
Although, I'll probably forget to remember.
So remind me, would'ya?
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