Ah, spring. You make me feel like a real person again.

Y’know… as opposed to a hibernating bear (if a decidedly less hairy one).

Springtime offers the sense of a clean slate in a way the new year never really has for me. Everything feels possible in the spring.

More often than not, it’s when I feel at my personal best: more capable, more resolute, more confident in making healthy changes and big decisions. There’s not a single spring in recent memory I can say I haven’t enjoyed (or at least mostly enjoyed)—not something that can be said for the other three seasons.

Not even close.

Of course, I should admit… I say this as a person without significant allergies.

My allergy-ridden mother tells me she didn’t develop these until her 40s, though, so no worries.

Plenty of time for me to share in sneezy-snotty-special-springtime-suffering in the future.

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