Spring.

"Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart."

-Victor Hugo

Do you ever have those days when things just feel different somehow? More hopeful, like you're on the cusp of something big?

I walked out to my car this morning, running my obligatory 5 - 10 minutes late and still needing to stop to get coffee, only to discover it was iced over. As I reached for my ice scraper, I realized that I had recently stepped on it as it resided on my driver's side floor board and snapped the scraper from its handle. Instead of causing my grief and unleashing a string of Sunday morning expletives, I calmly picked it up from the floor and scraped my car off with my bare hand and the small piece of plastic.

After debating my diet for the day, I splurged on a delicious caramel macchiato for breakfast and actually got to work on time. I noticed the birds chirping outside and, although the temperature outside read 26 degrees on my car's dashboard, I could almost feel a hint of spring in the air.

It has been a weird winter. We've had very little snow, very few cold days, and my body feels out of whack somehow. It almost feels like winter never really came and now we're almost into spring. But, suddenly, I'm ready for it.

All those projects I've been dying to finish, like cleaning the basement, I want to take on. Weight loss is going great (lost 6# so far!) and I'm motivated to continue on that path. My family is going in a positive direction - we're this beautiful, well-greased unit of awesome. I'm finally standing up for myself in ways I should have a long time ago.

Spring is in the air and in my heart.