Wednesday, March 20th is the first day of spring. I am so ready for warmer weather, to not having to wear multiple layers of clothing, and for all the pretty flowers to appear. My birthday is in April so, admittedly, I have always loved spring in a sort of selfish way. But, like so many other folks, I take pleasure in waving goodbye to winter.
Earlier this week, I was thinking about change and when it turns out to be anticipated and welcome versus shocking and unexpected. I have learned many times over the years that I do not always handle change well. I started to remember certain experiences in my life when change actually turned out to be welcome and unexpected. An experience I had at lunchtime came to mind.
I was speaking to a woman I have known for quite some time. She had never been the slightest bit interesting to me and, honestly, I had found her to be a bit cold. The two of us began speaking casually about some nonsense. But, before I knew it, we found ourselves belly-laughing about a predicament she always finds herself in—like we hot messes tend to do! We must have chatted for 30 minutes. She might not know it, but her story should be part of some comedy routine; I found myself laughing about her flawless delivery all day. Anyway, we now have inside jokes and found out we both possess hopeless afflictions in life. We will chuckle when we run into each other.
A lesson I have learned many times is that I am not the best at first impressions. I can be so sure about somebody or something only to realize I am totally wrong. After trying to determine which type of change being wrong is to me, I was certain it is welcome and unexpected.
Spring is coming. We know this to be true. Many of us are anxiously waiting to greet the new season with open arms. I am going to try to be optimistic about all of what I can’t foresee. Who knows? Maybe a bouquet of surprises has bloomed and is waiting around the corner. Springtime might be the right time to allow changes to be flowers.
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