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Spring Has Entered the Chat and Immediately Forgotten the Assignment



The flowers have begun their soft, optimistic uprising. Little buds peeking out of the ground like, “Is it safe? Are we doing this? Is this… joy?”

And for a fleeting, glorious moment, it was.

Coats were abandoned. Ankles were exposed. Someone possibly you, possibly me said something reckless like, “I think we’re past winter.”

And then, overnight, the temperature dropped 20 degrees like Mother Nature hit the wrong button on her emotional thermostat.

Which leads me to one very compassionate, very clinical conclusion. Mother Nature did not sleep well.

Because this? This is the ecological equivalent of waking up, sending a risky text, cutting your own bangs, and then immediately needing to lie down.

One day: soft breeze, golden light, main character energy.
The next: aggressive wind, emotional whiplash, and a scarf you thought you’d retired judging you from the closet like, “You really thought I was done?”

Honestly, it happens to the best of us.

We’ve all had that moment where we step outside overdressed for a version of ourselves that no longer exists or worse, underdressed for the reality we failed to emotionally prepare for.

The flowers, in particular, seem confused. You can almost hear them whispering “We rehearsed for this. We had notes. What is this draft?”

And yet, there’s something oddly comforting about it.

Because if Mother Nature which is ancient, powerful, allegedly in control of the seasons can wake up and completely misjudge the day, then maybe it’s okay that we do too.

Maybe it’s okay that we:

> Start the week strong and then absolutely don’t
>Dress for confidence and end up dressed for survival
> Think we’re in one season of life, only to realize we’re very much in another

Growth, much like spring, is not linear. It’s a little chaotic. A little forgetful. Occasionally 20 degrees off.

So today, we layer. We pivot.
We forgive the forecast both external and internal.

And tomorrow?

Maybe Mother Nature gets a full night’s sleep. Maybe she remembers it’s spring. Maybe we do too.

Until then, keep the coat close.
And don’t get too attached to any version of the weather or yourself that shows up before noon.


I welcome your thoughts