There’s something so comforting about spring; even in it’s earliest moments. I’m not sure if it’s the subtle smell in the air, the vitamin D finally returning into my life, or the visible bliss of the dogs when they find that perfect sun spot to lay in, but all of it makes me soul so happy — almost in an instant.
It’s not that I don’t appreciate the winter grind; I need the seasonal rebuild time to anchor down into planning for all the businesses, to set the strategy and pace for my day j.o.b., and of course there is always the amazing and fun adventure that is tax season.
The cycle is critical, but there’s still that powerful feeling of loading a spring (literally); it’s a set up that holds a specific power, an anticipation, and a please-just-freaking-let-me-go feeling that can’t be denied when you’ve spent months preparing to inevitably hurry up and wait. As one of the least patient people in the world, winter can be pretty unbearable for me. I’m great at planning, I love long term strategy, and I’m certainly going to want to have a plan before implementing, but beyond that, deliberating is a soul crushing practice and it’s always that last 5% of the wait that does me in.
This past week finished out, for me, what’s been a LONG start to the year balancing my real job, the businesses, and cold weather travel. Thankfully it finished out strong with some amazing road-sweats in Burlington and NYC as I did my northeast tour — so much so that I almost forgot that a short preview of summer weather hit Charlottesville while I was gone.
I finished out the week with a little solo dinner in NYC to close out the craziness and some down time without any responsibilities or distractions, and was finally able to take a breath before heading back home for what is slated to be a pretty insane month.
I’m excited about the direction of all the things that are currently hanging in the balance, and, of course, the impending warm weather certainly is not going to hurt.