For some reason, the past few years Iβve had this obsession with completely ignoring the existence of spring. Oh, itβs the first of May? Then summer is officially here! But no, why should I ignore one of the most important seasons of all? If summer is the goal, then spring is the journey, and we all know that itβs the path that counts not the destination. And once Iβd made this realisation it took such a heavy weight off of my shoulders; I realised that I actually had some time to shed my moody winter persona, and to slowly crank up the outgoing summer persona who wants to speak to absolutely everyone and do absolutely everything. So for me, spring is officially the best season of the year, and itβs made me feel like having an amazing summer in 2024 if within my own power, and not something that I have to blindly hope for.
