Day 67. Spring Sprang Sprung.

Ok. Spring. I can really feel you now. The day after my last post about spring, we got two feet of snow. I was an unpleasant person that day. But today I can use words like "mild", and even "balmy". Still much colder temperatures than I've been exposed to in years, but this winter has given me a crash course in perspective and I can now appreciate every day that my fingers don't go numb while trying to chip the ice off my windshield.

I've been a sullen little monkey all winter. I expected to be filled with joy and effervescence (good morning trees! Good morning sun! Praise be to nature!) but instead I'm coming up against some feelings of anxiety. Winter was a fantastic hiding place. It buffered my reasons to turn down social gatherings, to wear concealing clothes, and basically to never leave the house and just order in. Spring! You're giving me performance anxiety! The stores are being filled with adorable, Easter egg blouses and skirts. I tried on a pair of sea foam skinny jeans today and almost cried because there's nothing like a light colored denim to showcase your hips.  I promised to take this year slow and steady but I feel the old urge to detox and work out 3 hours every day swelling up along with my thighs.

Sea foam tight pants - you are my unrequited love. You and your rainbow family of bright red sisters and lavender brothers. I love how you look on other people, I would love to call a truce. I will put in my fair share of effort and try you on again in a month.

This year is going by quickly.