The end of a long hibernation

One of my most deeply embedded psychological tics is the constant search for new beginnings, the constant attempt to ascribe meaning to birthdays, changes of season, the move from one calendar year to the next. It’s an idiosyncrasy that I don’t think has always served me well, but fuck it, it’s the last day of winter, and if ever I’ve needed a little rebirth, it’s now. I count myself extraordinarily fortunate to be as healthy and secure and loved as I am, but like almost everyone else on this planet, I’ve had a hard last couple of years. I’ve had enough of loneliness and worry and sorrow, and I’m ready for something more: more rest, more peace, more learning, more movement, more play, more celebration. And I want it to begin today.