If you follow my blog (and thank you so much if you do), then you may have noticed that every year, coinciding the past several weeks that have passed, I become quiet. I go into my shell and stay there for a while. Not that I’m sad or anything. I just inescapably become the “frozen snow” in this dark, lifeless world that is winter. The cold creeps slowly and engulfs me. I am not lost, just trapped in this gloomy alternate reality. I want to break out, but I am held back. And without inspiration, there wasn’t much to say.
But I am not without hope because I am reminded…
“Even when it’s cold like this, I always remember that spring is on its way. It’s sort of neat to think about. No matter how much snow there is, it’s all going to melt. It always does.” – Tohru Honda from Fruits Basket
And with this, I begin to wake up again every morning with fresh eyes and a more spirited disposition– knowing that I’m not bound by the seasons and letting my family be the “fresh vibrant spring” that melts this frozen snow.
|“When the snow melts, what does it become? It becomes spring.” – Fruits Basket