I am energized. The sun warms my body, mind, soul. I feel like a flower unfurling.
After a long winter of grazing and crawling between two fuzzy blankets practically at sundown, I am in a frenzy of awakening. I have stripped the bed, put on soft cotton sheets, and am cooking a crockpot of veggies and chicken. I want to move and groove, eat less, walk more.
In three hours I have tweaked and submitted three old, unpublished Chicken Soup for the Soul stories for their large selection of new book titles. I wrote a new story on Wednesday and apologized to my critique group for not polishing it beforehand. I had seriously considered scrapping it, because I took a different approach in writing about The Spirit of America than most people would. I really questioned myself.
My critique group the WWWPs uplifted me with praise and good suggestions. I am blessed with good friends, good weather and the gift of writing.
Now I am going to sit outdoors and read.
Has spring sprung where you live?