As I walk on the slippery thin ice, I hear it cracking under my foot.
Spring is gently impatient to come through, brewing underneath.
The cold, crisp air hits differently on my face, on my body. It’s inviting me into the change and the transformation that is so palpable in the air.
I feel spring in my bones, an extra pep in my step.
I imagine myself as a tulip harnessing the energy to propel me out of the frozen ground, being reborn into the new season.
As I walk forward in this path, I know I will be misunderstood by some. I am okay with this, so long as I continue to show up authentically for myself, I am and will be okay.
Love,
Me, Myself, and I