spring transition

part 1

It’s officially spring — the time changed last night, meaning the evenings are getting longer and warmer. I woke up with my hair in knots and my eyes glossy smeared with left over eyeliner and glitter.

I’m in a transitional period, as welcomed by the season. I haven't had a desire to write unless to rant or self soothe but here I am now. Transition. I traded my dark red nails in for black and white polka dots. I'm dancing more, I'm choosing light pinks and butter yellows, I'm bored of almost everyone around me. Time is moving fast, the weather is warm and promising. I've been saying no to things I no longer desire and in turn have been met with opportunity and opened doors - funny how that works. Transition. Spring forward, fall back. I can hear the doves cooing in the morning, the wild flowers look happy and bright. Spring is for inspiration, winter was for ruminating and plotting. Now it's time to create, and finding a muse is first. A catalyst for creation. I used to try to find a muse in a person or a figure but I'm realizing maybe it's in the worn sneakers on my feet. It’s in the swirl of milk in my morning coffee, or in the stillness of an exceptionally warm evening. Maybe it's in the discomfort of the silence I resist, or the pain of memories that catch in my throat…..

I’m re calibrating as I do every year at this time. Realizing and day dreaming…Coming to conclusions but still open for discussions. I’m watching my idols closely & comparing lightly. I got new cream colored sheets and white lace bralettes. I’m drinking lots of green tea and wearing less makeup on my face. Transitions…