Spring is here! I keep repeating this mantra to myself, even though mother nature (she has a perverse sense of humour) has greeted us the last few mornings with SNOW. But the determined birds keep singing spring’s praise, so much so, that if I close my eyes, I can almost feel spring. I’ve also had the spring-cleaning bug—rifling through closets, dusting off clothing no longer worn to donate and cleaning out the boxes that have been sitting in my back room for months and months.
I’m also shaggy. I am in serious need of a haircut, an eyebrow shaping, and I’m prickly! I dearly need a new razor to release these legs from their winter coat. Too bad we weren’t like animals and could shed our leg hairs each spring. Regardless, it got me to thinking about all this self care and how my current manuscript could the same focused love.