Spring is here in the air and the pussywillows we see every day on the way to my child’s school. The wind has been up intermittently, and each time it takes my breath or throws grit in my eyes it reminds me it’s time for change.

Spring is the time of year when natures brushes the land free of the snow and dirt that always seems to accumulate
In ditches, gravel and ice matting the grass, litter half buried coming out of the winter graveyard, visible in its half rotted horror.

I feel my soul expand with a deep sigh, feeling the urge for change. It’s time, it’s time, it’s time.

My pulse pounds insistent. I feel motivated to look at my life, clean out the cobwebs and what is unneeded, extraneous and lacking in joy. 

This time I will succeed, I say. The energy is here, the mettle forged in determination. 

And then reality hits hard. I look at my watch, sigh again but this time with disappointment.

Maybe tomorrow.