I wrote my college application paper on the seasons; How each time we see snow fall, flowers bloom, or a sunny day, we become children; fawning over the precipitation and temperature change. What I've found over the years since then is that thee transitions are the most pleasant part of the seasons. It's the middle when we might become weak, irritable, stagnant or seem to be falling apart.

This winter felt dark. I was lonely and frustrated. It seemed like there was no way to be rescued.

And then, just a week ago, the first day of spring, and Aries season, opened up all the windows and doors of hope that I've been starving for.

I have realized how much effect the sun has on me; I long for it's rays to nurture me with warm energy. In this transition towards spring at its fullest, I am happier with my body and my mind. I feel my spirit growing and filling with knowledge.

I wonder about love. I get myself tangled in my own heart strings. Trying to figure out who I am. Why I am. I let too many people in, giving everyone a chance. It drains me.

Enough.

Is Enough.

Because pushing that aside, and spending that energy on me, has landed me in the perfect spot to love myself and allow an honest love for someone else.

But it has taken me an unfortunately long time to believe this: The first step in being content is accepting and loving yourself. From there, you have opened your heart to give and receive love at its best potential.

The idea of being cared for and held in someone's arms is like being wrapped in the warm sun kissed petals of a flower.