Spring has arrived on a more visceral level for me this year because I am experiencing a personal change of seasons.
Last year, quite literally on a blue moon, I left my network news producer job of many years. I did not make the decision lightly. There was a lot to love about the job. The broadcast news world is intoxicating. It’s relevant, exciting, ever-changing. It’s demanding and serious, yet when appropriate was infused with a lot of humor and quick-witted banter. It introduced me to a caliber of people, many of whom are friends, who I’ll admire and respect always.
But I had a strong curiosity about life outside the full-time news cycle. I also knew I didn’t want to be a person who reached the end of her days on the planet only to say “I wish I had.”
I have read accounts about people for whom disease or illness was the trip-wire that finally spurred change. For them, crisis was an understandable and necessary catalyst, because resistance to change (in all of us) is a mighty force. The known has a comfort in it; the unknown does not. I didn’t want to wait for a crisis to make a change. I wanted to exercise my courage from a position of health. So after a lot of serious thought and soul-searching, I decided to exercise the courage I knew I had, and I stepped out on faith.
Several calendar pages have been turned since that blue moon, and my geographic locator has blipped across maps near and far. I have spent more time with family. I have traveled to new places and revisited old ones. I have taken more hikes in nature and read more books. I have appreciated more and stressed less. Twenty years of severe migraine headaches have all but disappeared, and my Blackberry-turned-iPhone addiction is fading, although ever so slowly.
Now spring is here. It’s time for more new beginnings.
After a deep sleep in fresh air, one awakes restored and full of unjustifiable hope — ready for inexpressible undertakings. –Mabel Dodge Luhan