It’s – not quite spring.
You can tell it wants to be. I saw my first robin three weeks ago. The sun is strong and melty. The porters and stouts are slowly disappearing from the taps.
It won’t be long before buds will start to pop, coats will get stowed away, and our pale Minnesota skin will get its first splash of color.
I wish I could say it was just the weather.
I’m very much a creature of habit – a fussy Virgo. I like my things just so. I like to know what I’m going to do each day. I want to know where I’m going to get my coffee. I don’t want the day to suddenly get one hour longer.
So why am I an IT consultant? Why do I have a job that can change on a dime, and take me to God only knows where?
Why am I choosing to move? Why am I cleaning out, digging through old memories, sorting away those I want to keep and wincing as I throw away those that no longer hold the meeting they once did?
And what am I doing with my writing? I’m so close to done – months away from being a bona fide published author – and yet my day job and the move pull me away and into chaos.
And yet I’m thankful for all of it.
I’m blessed to work with good people, to have the means to move, and to have the time – however little it seems some days – to write.
Here’s to transition – and may it settle the fuck down.