Multiple times a week I find myself saying "as soon as we get the hang of it, everything changes." Often it's in regard to baby nap schedules or a new approach to a yoga pose, but this past week I personally felt it more intensely than usual.
I LOVE the longer days, daffodils, afternoons at the park, and emerging seedlings taking over our windowsills - the very beginning of our summer vegetable garden. And as much promise as that all holds, this seasonal shift has been accompanied by an uneasy feeling - am I really ready to burst forth with new energy? Didn't I just get the whole "taking it a little easier during the winter" thing figured out?