The days are gradually starting to be longer. Even though where I’m at we’ve gone through the worst winter storm (and the most snow) that I can ever remember- tiny, green things are beginning to poke through.
It’s been a bad month. Or at least hard. On top of a bad, hard year. I don’t think that we’re out of the woods. But. For the first time in a year, I have hope for spring. That things (including us) will bloom. That we will turn a corner. That the hard will be less hard.
I have no proof. I can’t for sure tell you that things (pandemic and otherwise) are over or magically better or behind us.
However, this weekend I went for a run outside; it was cooler than expected but I still got hot. Even though it had been months since my last outside workout, I was able to run further and faster than I expected. Vegetables tasted super fresh and the air felt clean. There was no distinct change, but I felt spring hope in the air.
If things (recovery, vaccinations, etc) go the way I’m hoping (or the way they’re supposed to), there is a ton I’m hoping we get to do. Travel. Seeing friends. Touching people. Visiting museums. Hearing live music. A random coffee or cocktail at a little place that just looks good. Or dinner out at a place you love.
I know it may not be immediate. But I believe in hope. And I believe in us.
Sometimes hope is radical. Trusting that the future will be good is optimistic at best and naive at worst. Yet. I hope. I believe in our spring. And that all of us will bloom again.
It’s in the air. And I trust in the hope.
What are you hoping for? What do you see us getting to do soon?
Wishing us all a week of hope fulfilled and amazing shoes!
XO RA
