spring

Tolstoy said "Spring is the time of plans and projects."

i'm not sure he meant it how i used to understand that. spring, the time of planning and projects- the time of conferences and endless phone calls and mission statements, and paperwork, and arguments, and data, and objectives, of working all weekend and all evenings until the wee hours of the morning. of getting up at the crack of dawn exhausted.

i was asked how i liked my new job. i answered that i loved it.

what i love mostly about it is that it has allowed me for the first time in a hundred or so years to actually enjoy spring.

i cannot seem to make anyone really understand how draining my old job was. and in particular, it made the time that coincided with spring- a living hell. so much so, that instead of being able to drink spring in, like a person ought to be able to do, you felt like killing yourself. and taking out at least a half a dozen other people with you. all those meetings. all those planning conferences. all those tensions. all those half-deranged people to assuage.

i am not kidding you. spring was for years upon years, a virtual living hell for me. still is, for those in my former field. i feel sad for them. i truly do. because spring. real spring is actually quite nice.

in fact i was just texting one of my former colleagues/friends about all this. and she's still stuck in that living hell.

her answer? "bitch"

so spring for me is no longer the time of plans and projects. it's the time of sitting back and breathing in warm air mingled with the smell of coffee. of pumping up the tires on my bike. of taking time to spy on little spring flowers peeking up through the grass at me while i'm out on a hike.

it's lazy and sweet. and darn near lovely.