Refresh

It's like March comes and I suddenly have a life. In reality it's just that I know people and have friends here now, but I like to think it's part of this whole awakening in my life right now.

I'm sitting up and shaking off old leaves, like I'm some sort of Rip Van Winkle. I hope it's not blasphemous to say that it's like a curtain has been torn, because a barrier of some sort has been removed. And what better timing, than the beginning of spring when everything dead is coming to life, in the year that I start something new.

It's like life has been a series of new beginnings, lately. I stopped questioning them and simply took them with open hands and wide eyes of wonderment. That's not to say that I'm greedy, I'm just thankful that I've been given exactly what I didn't know I needed.

I'm soaking life up through my skin, stretching my fingertips to the edges of my world and expanding my lungs to hold all that I discover. I'm gulping and swallowing with the eagerness of a child in love with a world made new every morning. I hope I never lose this fascination with life, my desire to see and do and be everything possible.

Everything is refreshing like a glass of water after a run and bright like after a rain when you're looking for the rainbow. And that's exactly where I'm at right now; the floods have come and gone and there's a promise of new life hanging in the air. I can see in colors in a world that's colorblind. I can paint by numbers while everyone else sees black and white. Someone has to teach the world to see, and why not me, when I've been given a palette and brushes? Someone has to teach the world to breath, and why not me, when my lungs are teeming with life?

It's time to wake up the walking corpses and make something beautiful with this refresh.