Action

Spring's bustin' out, on a green sunny rampage, after the snowiest winter I've ever experienced in Washington. The dandelions have taken over. The sky is clear. The farmer's market is open, and I'm listening to the siren call of tiny plant starts (Buy me! Put me in your earth! I will grow for you, feed your soul and your belly!) And on Sunday I had a mini-crisis.


Don't worry. Everything is now resolved. It was a paperwork crisis—and everything is now filled out, submitted, and received—but it could have been bad, and the shock seemed to shatter something inside of me. After I panicked and cried, I called dear Sabrina. She talked me down, put things in perspective, and was lovely. She helped me find my strength again. Then I moved back into action mode—and haven't stopped since.


I've felt frozen inside for a while. Frozen by fear of failure, by feeling overwhelmed, by... all sorts of self-doubts. And all that emotional ice was freezing my actions too.


Of course, I wasn't completely inactive or even particularly sad, but I didn't feel like I was moving forward.


Now it's warming up outside, and the ice in me is melting, and it's spring, and I want to make change and take control—to act. I'm bustin' out too. Be on the lookout.