Spring is the perfect time for new beginnings. It’s the perfect time to put up a new website design, and clean out closets. It’s the perfect time to sit in the back yard and drink green tea with wonderful Lehua blossom honey. Oh shoot, I forgot. I wasn’t going to tell anybody about the wonderful organic Lehua blossom honey that I got turned on to while I was in Hawaii, because I want it all to myself. Every sweet morsel. Fly little bees. Fly like the wind! Spring is the perfect time.
I have to admit, I haven’t felt much like celebrating spring. I’ve been in hiding. Well, not exactly in hiding. I’ve been on the verge of having a nervous breakdown. And this time, I’m not joking. I’ve done something stupid. I’ve gone and asserted myself at work, and launched a new product. And it’s killing me. I can’t sleep. I am working 12 hours a day. I’m falling behind in every other aspect of my job and my life. I haven’t showered regularly in weeks. I shuffle out of the house occassionally, and don’t bother to take off my slippers! It’s a sad state of affairs, I do declare. I’m proud of myself. I’m progressing, and learning new things. But holy shit, it’s killing me.
Beckett is 13 months old tomorrow, and has turned into quite the little snuggy pupple. He says “Uh Oh!” and “Annie!”, and has learned the sign for “Cold” and is trying to sign “Banana”, but that’s pretty tough. He hasn’t mastered any two handed signs quite yet. He is becoming more independent, and roams through the backyard, picking up sticks or eating the mulch. Mmmm. Mulch.
We’ve hit one milestone that is so bittersweet, it hurts to admit. This week when we drop him off at the hippy school, he waves bye bye, and goes right to snacking or knitting organic wool scarves for the elderly like all of the rest of the kids. There is no great dramatic crying or thrashing of body parts. Just a wave bye bye.
I think I’ll go sit in the yard, and watch the birds for awhile.