April 4, 2018

Hold Fast to Spring

If  I say "spring" 5 times fast while wearing floral print, will it finally arrive?


What’s six letters long and a figment of our imagination? Spring. Even though I’ve been warned since childhood about April showers bringing May flowers, I am still irritated to my core when, every year like clockwork, the launch of spring is wet, gray, and still very cold.

"Really, what it comes down to is hope. Just blind hope. But what's a girl to do when that's all she has to keep her going is that?"

It is a flaw of my personality that once I have an idea of how something should be, I hold fast to it, regardless of whether there is any real fact-based reason for me to do so. I do it with failing relationships, expectations I have for myself, and naturally, spring.

Really, what it comes down to is hope. Just blind hope. But what's a girl to do when all she has to keep her going is that? If I resigned to the reality of things—no, you can't force that relationship to work, and unfortunately you won't be able to become a best-selling author overnight, nor can you will a sunny spring to happen by wearing lightweight tops and sneakers—life would be dreary. Much like the beginning of spring, which I refuse to accept.



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