I always go through a bit of a winter slump. It’s just too cold (for me) to leave the house unless I absolutely have to. That means I don’t see much of my friends, and little by little, the blues start to creep in. But then comes April, when the sun finally returns, the days grow warmer, and the flowers begin to bloom. Suddenly, plans are made, we see each other again, and just like that, I go from feeling like something’s missing to feeling emotionally full.

I’m a true spring-summer girl. I live for patio brunches, beach days, sunset high-tea, good concerts, and nighttime city walks. During winter, I often forget that it’s just not my season and start wondering if something’s wrong with me. But now, I’ve learned to embrace my hibernation period. It’s not a failure, it’s a season of rest, a quiet preparation for rebirth.

Like the seasons, I’ve come to accept the waves of life. I used to panic whenever things didn’t go according to plan or when I had an “off” day. That uneasy feeling would send me spiraling. These days, I talk myself through it. Not every season is meant to be sunny and bright. Not every gloom can be forced away. Sometimes, you just have to ride the wave and trust that this too shall pass.

Right now, I’m in a season of ease and rest, even if life is getting busier by the day. I can feel that this year is about to pick up speed. I’m somewhere between planning a trip, editing a YouTube video, trying to finish an audiobook, filming content, catching up with friends, making it to work on time, squeezing in a weeknight workout, and preparing a home-cooked meal. It’s a lot. But, I’m the happiest I’ve been since last summer.

It’s only up from here.

Happy May!