Spring is a dangerous time of year for me, when new life overtakes the last signs of winter. One day there’ll be nothing but the same ol’ drizzle and fog, laced with cabin fever, and the next… WHAM! The sun is shining and happy daffodils are begging me to come out and play, followed quickly by tulips and bluebells and bright pink cherry trees. Just having a few extra hours of daylight is a breath of fresh air after six months of gloomy clouds and rain.
So where’s the danger? With twice as much energy, inspiration and ambition strike me hard. I take on new crafts, new hobbies, and re-invest myself in half-finished projects and forgotten resolutions. I try new recipes the kids may or may not like. I actually want to take day trips (away from the computer!) that I wouldn’t normally think I have time for (picture me skipping the gas station in favor of having an extra eight minutes of writing time at home). I read more. Clean more. Visit the neighbors, talk to complete strangers, and take on the yard’s sudden growth spurt with pleasure. I accomplish so much more during the spring than I do in any other season.
See the problem? Ordinarily I’d consider myself an ‘obsessive’ writer, but I’m off track again… contemplating whether I should mow the lawn now or get back to editing—the lawn will be a field soon and it might rain any second! (I’m in Oregon after all). The invading weeds aren’t going to leave without a helping hand, and haven’t I put in enough overtime throughout the winter months to deserve a few hours in the sunlight? What kind of boss am I? But the guilt! There’s so little time to write and it’s my own dang fault. Spring is a huge distraction!
However, always the optimist in the spring, I can find a way to do it all. Somehow. I’m grateful that I don’t have a boss pointing me to a time clock, or a seriously close deadline looming over me right now (November!). I’ll never envy the writer who works all day in an office, and when it’s finally still daylight by the time they get home, they must to choose one or the other- write or enjoy the change of season (not to mention juggling family time). My schedule is flexible! I can write when my brain is creative and work when I’m not. I have the freedom to choose indoors or out, and for today, as irresponsible as it seems, I choose to work outside for a change. Besides… allergies will be in full swing soon enough and the time outside won’t be as rewarding.
Do you crave a guilt-free solar recharge once in a while?