Spring, it seems, is finally upon us. A few sultry, sun-soaked afternoons hearkened its arrival, but soon gave way to the season's much more common gray, misty days. The sort of days that still require socks and a coat. After romanticizing spring all winter, it's a surprise each year when those gray days roll in—It's not all the birdsong and sundresses I've made it out to be in my longing mind.
I'm very quiet lately. Thoughtful. The arrival of spring is a reminder that life is moving, and in many ways I'm not keeping up with it. I've let lethargy get the better of me and I've slowed down on the goals I set at the beginning of 2015. I've lost my focus.
Time is a constant struggle. Yesterday I managed to squeeze out 20 minutes to write in the morning and another 10 minutes to do a bit of closet culling in the evening. The satisfaction reaped from those 30 minutes was palpable, but it's hard most days to find even that much time.
I've never aspired to be a busy person, but I'll probably never know the privilege of abundant time. I'm learning that I need to find time. To make time.
What are you making time for this spring?