What do blooming flowers, quiet anxiety, and a simple jar of honey have in common?
At first glance… nothing. But lately, they’ve all been living in my thoughts at the same time.
A few days ago, I noticed the first tiny flowers pushing their way through the grass. Not loudly, not dramatically — just quietly existing. Some of them were still surrounded by dry, fragile leaves from last autumn, like little reminders of what once was.
And yet… they’re here.
After all the rain, after being buried under snow more than once, they didn’t disappear. They waited. And now, they bloom like nothing ever tried to stop them.
There’s something deeply powerful in that kind of quiet persistence.
Spring officially arrived just yesterday 🌼 And while nature seems ready to celebrate, I found myself asking a different question:
Do we really bloom with it… or do we sometimes feel lost in it?
I’ve always had a complicated relationship with spring.
There was a time when my anxiety would almost double during this season. It sounds strange, right? You’d expect winter — cold, dark, and heavy — to be the difficult one. But for me, winter felt… safe.
Predictable.
Spring, on the other hand, felt like pressure. Like everything was suddenly expected to be “better.” Brighter days, warmer air, more energy… and yet, inside, things didn’t always match that feeling.
And when summer started getting closer, that quiet pressure would turn into something louder — something harder to ignore.
Recently, I came across a term: “springtime blues.”
It made me wonder…
Is it something real happening inside us? A chemical shift? Or is it just the mind being cautious — almost suspicious — when everything around us starts to feel too good?
Maybe we’ve just learned to expect that something will go wrong when life feels calm.
Or maybe… we’re just overthinking, as usual.
If spring were a person, I imagine it would laugh at me a little and say:
"Hey… I just arrived. Why are you already worrying? Go outside. Sit on the grass. Drink your coffee with honey. Relax."
And honestly… maybe it’s right.
Lately, I’ve noticed small changes in myself.
Nothing dramatic, just a quiet shift — a little more motivation, a little more willingness to do things. It’s rare enough that I actually notice it, and I like that feeling.
Even if it doesn’t last forever.
And speaking of small joys… let’s talk about honey 🍯
There’s something comforting about it. Simple, natural, warm.
I use it in almost everything — coffee, cocoa, lemonade… sometimes tea. A single jar never lasts long. Maybe two or three weeks at most.
It’s my little replacement for things I no longer crave.
And honestly, it doesn’t feel like a bad habit.
Maybe that’s what all of this comes down to.
Spring isn’t just about flowers blooming outside. It’s about noticing what’s slowly, quietly shifting inside us too.
Even if it’s messy. Even if it doesn’t make perfect sense.
So tell me…
🌼 Are you blooming with the season, or just trying to figure it out? 🍯 And do you enjoy honey as much as I do?
