Today is a lovely day here in Northern Illinois. The sun is bright, but not too bright. Everything green has popped. It looks like last year*s plants in the front pots lasted through the winter. The elderberry bush in back has new leaves, and the rhubarb promises an early harvest.
I have always thought of myself as having my own timing for things. Still, it did not feel like it was really spring before, in spite of the greenness and warm temperatures. But today is the Official First Day of Spring. There it is… printed on the calendar even. Somehow it feels as though I have been granted permission to celebrate spring today. Not yesterday. But today. So much for my own timing. Somehow I needed the calendar to tell me that it is now ok to celebrate spring.
Consider this:
What in your life is awaiting permission? Permission to celebrate? Permission to grieve? Permission to dance, maybe? What needs to happen before you take that next step? Maybe it takes writing something on the calendar, or posting it on any number of electronic devices.
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