🐚 seasons ... just when I’m wondering why and how are we put on this earth to “survive” and “get through” umpteen months of old man winter... it starts to feel like spring ! 🌱 (yeah you, 40°... you are spring to my frozen, over-it bones). it’s just a metaphor for life though, don’t you think? just when we think we can’t possibly take anymore, something else happens... either another blizzard... or the sun finally shines and the ice begins to melt 🌤. when you’re pregnant, it feels like you will never fit into your normal clothes again, never sleep or be comfortable or have control of your own body again! but then your season changes and you have a BABY 😳 and what a change now .... the newborn, baby, toddler, preschool, school age seasons all have their own chapters to be written.
maybe it’s a season of grief. you feel you will never get out of that and come up for air. but you WILL. that is like winter ... (and I’m not talking an enjoyable, pow day in the Rockies here folks) ... that IS a season for survival. you just do what you need to to stay alive yourself and get by. because your spring will come around again.
we can’t look at a calendar and know when our seasons will change... they just happen. embrace where you are, what you can, hold onto those little things that light you up... and just know in your heart YOUR season is coming 💚 #timetoshine #seasonschange #itsstillfebruary - 1 hour ago