Spring in all its forms.

The skies just opened up. This morning, that started so bright and breezy, has turned into an almost-noon-rain-shower. It is the type of rainshower during which I don't so much mind working from home, but rather, revel in it. The rain does not lock me inside, but excuses me from wanting to be outside.

This morning I woke up early enough, took the trash out, and tweaked my Thursday ritual. Instead of reading at 1369, I went for a run. I run best when I have badly lyric'ed hip hop blasting in my ears, turns out. I'm making small changes since bigger changes will have to wait, and I'm enjoying it. Today marks the first day of a month of primarily working from home. I cleaned off my desk last night in preparation, something that's been on my meaning-to-do list for some time.

This morning Meg Fee has come up with the perfect words for what I'm thinking these days:

but it's not enough. those things i love are simply not enough anymore.

no one tells you that one of the joys of getting older is the confidence in that phrase: not. good. enough.

you know yourself better, priorities come into focus, and lies are easier to unearth.

you learn, with grace, to let some things go: friendships that were more a product of youth and need than anything else. men who diminish your worth and underestimate your intelligence.

you care less about satisfying everyone--being thought of as kind. you invest far less time in pretense because time is in fact a commodity and so you give it to those you love--your friends and your family and yourself. and you stop apologizing for that. you make decisions. and you move on. and you let go when need be.

and where need be. corners and cafes and shared apartments.

growing up, it turns out, has its perks.

And just like that, everything is glinting and glimmering, people are running, holding newspapers over their heads like I thought they did only in movies. This is the Spring less heralded.

in an instant.

It's been a busy April so far, and we're only in the second week. I've started trying to incorporate better foods into my mornings, canceled out by pina coladas and ten cent wings with Meg. Mike and I found a new place to go candlepin bowling that doesn't have an epic wait on Friday nights. The carpeted walls and old school set up were a major bonus. I felt like we had gone miles outside the city, but it was about a third of a mile from where I work. 

I bought some more sewing patterns at a yard sale on Saturday, and I'm currently taking a class through work on HTML and CSS. Hence some of the changes around here; I've been itching to change things up and try my hand at what I'm learning. Don't worry, we're still open during construction. The regeneration that comes with spring has inspired me to keep learning, keep bettering, shedding my winter skin and layers. My crochet blanket is making some headway after a long time on the back burner. It'll be done just in time for summer!

This week my office begins undergoing major renovations, so April looks like it'll be a lot of days spent working from home, trying to avoid cabin fever, which translates to plenty of walks, library and coffee shop trips. We'll see how I feel two weeks from now, but I'm actually looking forward to it. 

It's been one heck of a week, with one of my coworkers moving on to greener pastures, I've been trying to get all of my inherited projects in order along with my own projects. Just when I think I have a handle on InDesign, something new crops up and I'm in the bathroom crying like a baby. But I took Cyndi's advice and went for a run followed by a glass of wine and mindless TV. That girl knows how to cure me.