There’s nothing quite like spring. I think my favorite part of it might be the smell. It’s not always my favorite season, in fact sometimes I can’t even tell when it really ends, but oh, that smell. That’s what it smells like today in Minnesota and I am overwhelmed by the beautiful weather and incredible thaw that is unfolding.
One of my biggest spring indicators (sprindicators, anyone?) is a little itch I get that it’s time to clean, usually just before Passover. It’s always been my favorite holiday. I can remember cleaning the house as a kid, searching for all the chametz and lining the shelves with butcher paper with my mother. This year, there was a lot more vacuuming and closet reorganization going on than cupboard cleaning, but it felt right. There’s just something about the sunlight and the longer days that makes me feel like everything I set out to accomplish is more manageable.
Things are beginning to wind down for me this semester, leaving a lot of time to look ahead to next year. It is a daily struggle to bravely keep calm in the face of uncertainty, but I am trying. I remind myself that this time is fleeting and I cannot get it back, so I shouldn’t spend so much of it being an anxious mess. And then I go eat some ice cream because, dammit, transitions are hard. One day at a time.