change.

Spring is a dreaded time of year for me. I can feel change in the air and not just with the weather. I don't know what it is, this almost discontent or maybe exhausted feeling sets in, and I know change is coming.

My life has change so much so quickly in the last year. I know things will continue to change and that is a good thing, I like that. It's standing on this side of the changes, knowing they are coming, not knowing what they will look like, dreading the process, but wanting to be at the end result feeling, that I dread. But dread is almost to extreme of a word to use...