I’m an optimist
Because I live in the Southwest of the United States, I begin anticipating Spring in February. I have always detested Winter and nothing has changed in that respect. Having been born in February, my birthdays were pretty inconsequential. No one wants to visit or go much of anyplace in February that is not tropical. This year I will be 60. I don’t know that I feel anything negative or positive about that. It is just a number and I’m a glass half-full kind of gal, even though in human years, my lifespan glass is a bit more than half full. That’s my optimism at work.
I love Spring
Why do I love Spring? I love prepping my flower beds for planting in March. I love the grass turning green. I enjoy the smells of cut grass and fresh rain. I am exciting by the first blooms of my flowers. I anticipate turning on the pool heater more than most anything I can think of. There is nothing I enjoy more than a good swim and a float in the pool. It is my happy place. I feel closest to God when I am outside and feel the warmth of the sun on me.
What I look forward to doing
I will pick 2 new shades of nail polish for my pedicures throughout the summer. Pedicures are my self-indulgent guilty pleasure.
I anticipate yearly trips to visit my children and grandchildren over the summer. I anticipate any company that decides to come our way.
Spring is an anticipatory time for me and always has been. I have hibernated and tolerated the winter as best I can and love the remainder of the year.
That is the irony of being a February girl. I hate all things winter-related.