What do you imagine when you hear that it is Spring? Back home, I would imagine brightly colored flowers and days with light showers, if the weather decided to misbehave. When I moved to Eugene, Spring still meant brightly colored flowers but it also meant rain. Lots and lots of rain.
Now I am in Central Oregon and all bets are off. Over the weekend, Stefan and I hiked to Paulina Falls. When we were getting ready to go, Stefan told me to wear layers and prepare for snow. In my mind, I thought snow meant small left over piles that haven’t quite melted from this past winter.
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I have tried many times to start this blog. I have written, deleted, written, rewritten, deleted, etc. etc. A part of it is my need to perfect everything. The fear of judgement resonates so thoroughly within me that it affects so much of what I do every day.
There is so much to write about that I think it’s hard to know where to begin. Do I just jump right on in? Does there need to be a rhythm or an order to this? I simply do not know and the not knowing part is, well, a bit frustrating.
So bear with me as I try to make this blog one to look forward to. At least that will be the point for me, to look forward to writing again and exercising the part of my brain that wants to share and express.
More to come.