Spring, glorious spring

I think spring may be my favourite time of year. The trees and flowers are blooming, the air is crisp and fresh, and everything feels and smells new. The sunlight seems to be a different colour. Even the clouds and rain seem softer and less harsh than in other seasons.

Not that I've been out that much as I've been sleeping a lot. I think this is because I've been feeling melancholy due to my recent thoughts about my life and the choices I've made as I said in my last post. I don't think I'm completely past all that, and I don't think I'll be past it for a while... there were choices within choices. Even though I've examined a few of them, there are many, many more events and choices that need to be considered... and forgiven.

I guess it sort of seems like I'm harping on this lately... which should tell you how profoundly affected I am by this process. It's the first time that I've really looked at those three years - 1994 to 1996. I'd thought I wanted to look at my childhood, and I do, but for some reason my inner self has chosen otherwise and given me this time period instead.

I think there's no finer time to do undertake this journey than in spring, when everything is new and I can be reborn. Plus I can go outside and walk and think and just be amidst all of the new growth.