I Love Spring, I Love it Not

I saw blossoms on trees for the first time this year one day on my way to my interior design class and exlaimed very loudly, "IT'S SPRING!" And, as you can probably imagine, I was pretty puzzled with that sort of excitement because, I mean, since when do I get excited about Spring?

So at that moment I decided that this year I was going to like spring. I mean, it's absolutely beautiful, I love warm weather, blossoms, and spring flowers, so why not?

But not even a week later my usual Spring Blues came. I was in a right old funk.

My dislike for spring is long, complicated, and rather boring (but, apparently I'm going to tell you about it anyway?). To be honest, it's probably not Spring's fault at all that I don't like it. Besides the insane weather, Spring in and of itself isn't bad, but there is no denying that for whatever reason life seems harder in the spring. I can't really explain it. I just always get this realy burnt out, run down, tired-to-no-end feeling during the spring time. I always associated it with finals and 3rd semester of death during school, but school (at least full time, stressful school) is over now and it's still happening. I'm puzzled. Maybe instead of getting seasonal depression during the winter I get it in the spring?

But, I don't think it's that either because depressed is not what I feel right now. Have you ever heard the song Breakdown by Jack Johnson? I think that accurately describes how I feel about Spring. For some strange reason spring seems to send life spinning out of control.

And then yesterday happened. Yesterday was a most lovely and perfect day. Bright and early (or, rather, dark and early...) I went to the temple with the youth and other youth leaders of my ward before work and before they had school. Then, everyone met at the Bishop's for a delicious breakfast.

On my way to work I saw the streets lined with the most wonderful blossoms and beautiful daffodils and tulips. I thought to myself, "could this morning be any more beautiful?"

In the afternoon my friend informed me that she had just been outside and that the weather was perfect and not windy at all, which I'm sure she added because she knows how angry it makes me when wind ruins a perfectly warm day. I took my lunch break right away and I strolled around outside and I just might have laid in the grass for a few minutes just to let the sun beat down on my face.

After work I got to read a little bit and then I had dinner with two of my dearest friends, and one of the cutest of babies I've ever seen, who just happens to belong to one of those friends, who where all here from out of town. We had Cafe Rio, I had my Vanilla Coke, and we stayed there for hours and talked about anything and everything, as we always do. Perfect.

 Spring does have ever changing weather. Maybe there are all sorts of undesirable things about it like pastels, bunnies, and Easter decorations. And, perhaps I often wish that it would just be over already so that I could have my Summer.

 But, every now and then it gives me simple and perfect days like yesterday, and even though they only come every now and again, they are worth all of the things I don't like about Spring.

And even though I'm in a bit of a funk, I also cannot deny that I also feel renewed, invigorated, and I have an intense love for my life right now because of that funk. When I get overwhelmed with life I have to dig deeper to find the beauty in life, and therefore I'm left with an even deeper love for it.

Life is beautiful. There is so much lovliness all around me and there are so many reasons to celebrate.