Maybe it's spring....

I woke up this morning to the rarest of sights in North Texas--snow on the ground, snow in the air and nothing but snow in the forecast.  It is so beautiful that I resent the dogs tracking it up when I let them outside.   We already have a couple of inches on the ground and the weatherman is saying we could get nearly half a foot.  Maybe not much in the national view...but to us, it's a major weather event, y'all.

Obviously it's not REALLY spring yet.  It's not even Valentine's Day yet.  Punxatawny Phil saw his shadow last week, so I KNOW we're getting six more weeks of winter.  But lately I've been so optimistic and full of ideas that I can't really attribute to anything else but the idea of spring.  Because right now--before everything starts to grow and the weather starts to get warm and life kicks into high gear again--anything seems possible.  Yoga classes? Sure.  Lose thirty pounds?  Absolutely.  (This seems to be a recurring theme with me.)  Build a hen house and have city chickens?  Why not?  Make a rag rug out of our cast-off clothing?  Let's do it!  I feel like Jim Carrey's character in the movie "Yes Man" who is spell-bound to say 'yes' to every opportunity that comes along, whether he wants to or not.  For Jim, it all turned out good.  For me, who knows?  How can it not?

Usually I have this burst of energy and optimism around the New Year, when everyone is full of the can-do spirit.  However, as I've mentioned before, it doesn't take long for the 'new' to wear off the year, and pretty soon I'm just the same old me again.  I've wondered if I have "Delayed New Year's Resolution Syndrome" because I was busy taking care of my post-op patient in those first days and didn't really have time to think about anything else.

Nope, don't think that's it.  This feels different to me.  And exciting!

Pretty sure it's spring.