The Ugliness of Change
It’s called break up around here.
I used to think it was because us Alaskans were “breaking up” with winter. Now I know that it refers to the breaking up of the ice on the ocean and the lakes. With break up comes grass, and sun, and blooming flowers. But it also comes with slush, and dog poop smell, and mud. Lots of mud.
It’s the ugly side of change. To get to the beauty, we have to put up with the dirt.
There was a lot of dirt this past year. A lot of yucky stuff that we had to push through, a lot of rough months spent with unsure futures. But we did it, and we are standing here on the other side with a greater sense of the world. Our optimism, though dented, has remained intact in spite of everything.
And maybe that’s why I love break up, in all of its ugliness. It’s the promise of greater things to come.
I have seen the mud give way to grass and flowers, and I will do so again this year. Mother nature has a way of making it happen. I have seen heartache turn into great joy, and I will do so again this year. Mother nature also has a way of making that happen.
And if I’m going to take the flowers, I’m going to have to take the rain in the meantime.
I hope that wherever you are, you’re seeing some green beneath the slush. That’s what the season is all about. Spring is hope, and rebirth, and change. And we should all enjoy it while it lasts. Too soon the heat of summer sweeps in and makes demands of us. Garden, hike, barbeque. Summer comes with a contract. Spring only comes with one requirement: patience.
Until next time, stay hopeful.