Hello,
Spring has a way of ripping us out of our fog and daring us to feel something again, doesn’t it? One minute, you’re ravaged by doubts, and the occasional existential crisis. The next, you’re standing outside, letting the sun flirt with your skin at a polite 18 degrees, and something inside you beginning to click.
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Maybe it’s the flowers forcing their way out of cold ground. Maybe it’s the sheer audacity of nature to keep blooming after everything. Maybe it’s just that deep, feral urge to shake things up again. Whatever it is, spring finds us, dusts us off, and drags us into the light—whether we’re ready or not.
So, I am are trying a-thing. Maybe because all week I tried to write in my usual newsletter style and my head kept coming back to the same few lines, I decided to go with it.
Here’s something I wrote, called Spring Awakening, Bruised but Unbreakable. It’s about those messy, glorious shifts that yank us out of the darkness and fling us into the light. The bruises don’t vanish—they’re part of the bloom and that’s the beauty of it.
Spring awakening, Bruised but Unbreakable
The sun, a golden glimmer and its 6:20's pmHeating up my skin at a modest 18 degrees.Flowers bloom, people daring to dream again in colors anew,Echoing my ascent from my doom and gloom.
In winter's grip, purpose seemed something other people found but not I,Questions circled, “am I walking in my purpose?” swirling in my mind.April's breath brings gratitude's gentle nudge,Magnifying paths where doubts once trudged.
Family's embrace, an unyielding fortress,My life partner's faith in me is soothing.In their love, a reflection of God’s love,My reminder to cherish life's woven seams.
Peaks and valleys sketch the journey's chart,Mood's tides ebb and flow, a complex art.Yet with each dawn, gratitude's light does grow,Guiding steps through highs and the inevitable lows.
Shared laughter with old friends, reminiscing life that has flown by,Stirring my soul, inspiring my weary spirit to fly.In recollections, simple joys are found,A testament to bonds that time has bound.
The sunshine is accompanied by hope and gratitude's embrace,The luminated path reveals a promising space.Focusing on blessings, both great and small,Helping me through the journey, the process, the pain builds character in us all.
PS: What's pulling you out of the gloom these days? Hit reply and share your own springtime awakenings—or the latest way you’re choosing to rise, bruises and all. Because if we’ve learned anything, it’s that midlife is way too short for staying small.
With words, chaos, and a little bit of mayhem,Arieta
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