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Spring, But Make It Different

Spring, But Make It Different

Last spring, I was tired in a way that sleep didn’t fix. Not dramatic. Not rock bottom. Just… heavy. In my body. In my routines. In the quiet ways you don’t always say out loud. Spring used to mean the same thing every year. Open the windows. Buy the flowers. Tell...
Spring

Spring

SPRING has SPRUNG! Well… it did last week and now it’s sad and cold and raining again. BUT I think it’s safe to say that winter’s finally on its way out, and you can feel it—the days are getting longer, the sun is shining a little brighter, and there’s this fresh...