Blame it on the Weather

I'm feeling mind-numbingly uninspired today. Blame it on the fickle March weather. So why write then? Because that's what I do.

Spring is a funny thing. I wish for it, dream of it, even whine for it all winter long. I've said that winter is my worst season, filled with dark moods and grouchy days. Now, I'm ready to rescind that statement. I think spring may just be my worst season. After pining for it's arrival for three months time, I want it to speedily carry me to summer once it's officially arrived.

For me, spring is like a bad relationship. One day it's kissing you with sunshine, the next it's slapping you with stinging, cold wind. One day it lifts you, enticing you with its promises of warmth and sunlight. The next day it's brooding and angry, punishing you with storm clouds and bitter temperatures. And you must ride out its temper tantrums, waiting, waiting, waiting for its sunny disposition to return.

And so I've embarked on this roller-coaster ride of a relationship with the weather for the next three months. But, you know, I'm going to dump this guy once my one true love, Summer, shows it's shining face.

Happy Spring, everyone! And here's to the better weather to come!