Seasons change. Seasons of change feel the same way.

Every major transition in my life is marked and remembered in terms of music and mild weather, it seems.

We’re about one week out from spring this year, and the warmer temperatures, fresh air, and sunshine are overwhelmingly reminiscent of change. Spring fever is a thing. But it’s never been an illness for me. More so, a wellness shot of new life, new opportunities, new perspectives, and new consideration for what I desire in all areas.

Suddenly my closet needs refreshing, I’m over my hair, what felt right just a week or so ago is strangely ill-fitting…and I’m not just talking clothes. What gives?

Gratitude washed over me today. As I sat in my office with the window cracked just so, in silence, I recalled the days past that felt just like this. While circumstantially different, every year of life has had its share of days like today, and I thanked God for each and every one of them. Some were days of leaving. Some, the start of something new. Some riddled with surface-level uncertainty, but inner knowing. Others, yearning and with tears. Most wrapped in joy, nonetheless. All of them…necessary.

Part of me wants to dig in the crates of journals to relive the moments in detail. The better rest of me is simply happy to have moments to recall with fondness.

We made it, Sis. Through all the seasons, we’re here.

Thanks to You, me, my forever tribe of foremothers, sisters, and sistah-friends and God. Das it, das all.

Word to my mama, we livin…

Inhale. Exhale…repeat.