There’s a tree in my front yard that sits bare for the entire winter. When the weather starts to get warm, it blooms. First, with small white flowers and then, about a week later, they turn the most lovely pink. Though spring officially began weeks ago, it’s the blooming of that tree that means it’s really here to me.
We look for a lot of moments throughout the year to start over. January first screams resolutions, a birthday means starting a personal new year and spring breathes life into so many things in nature. When I noticed my tree this morning, I thought of just that – a new beginning.
Each day, I bounce back and forth between enjoying my writing and my other job, teaching. But for over a year now, I’ve been remiss in doing this, keeping up with my blog, sharing my thoughts. I’ve been toying with the idea of revamping my blog to make it more interactive with readers and writers. Because of this (or maybe because I’m using it as an excuse), I’ve neglected to keep up with writing regular posts. I told myself I’d begin again when the New Year came, but that didn’t happen. Then I set another date that was meaningful to me, but I didn’t do it then, either.
I think it’s human nature to do that. Put something off because the timing isn’t perfect, or it’s not exactly what we want to it be. I’ve done that more times that I could possibly count. What I realized today is that it doesn’t need to be some special date, and all the stars don’t have to align. I just have to do it. Sit down, even if it’s not ready, even if my interactive blog idea isn’t flushed out yet, and write a post.
So here I am. Ready for my new beginning. Or my re-beginning. Hopefully, like my tree outside, it will bloom into something lovely.