Lately I feel like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde (or perhaps better stated Dr. Jekyll and Ms. Hyde).  A split personality is emerging and I fear my rationality will be overtaken by frivolity and a lack of appreciation for consequences.  Every day I find it more difficult to contain my Ms. Hyde.  Try as I may she keeps appearing and pressing for reckless abandon in the face of impending disaster.

I am afraid to go out of the house.  I am afraid to open the curtains and blinds.  I am afraid to allow myself to listen to the sounds outside my door. 

I know what happens when I allow myself to do these things.  I can hear the birds chirping.  I can see the sunshine and the snow melting.  I can feel the pleasant temperature on my skin.  It only takes a moment or two of this and Ms. Hyde emerges with a vengeance hoping for warmer temperatures, melted snow and an immediate arrival of spring.

No, no, no my Dr. Jekyll persona insists.  That is bad, very bad.  We need spring to wait, to creep in.  The thaw needs to be slow.  Patience is a virtue – we need to be reasonable and realize that there are bigger things to focus on than the instant gratification spring-like weather brings.  But we – my Dr. and Ms. – are at odds.

With spring comes a sense of renewal, a chance to wear fun clothes, a view of daffodils and tulips – with spring comes hope.  But winter has had its way with us.  We were rode hard and put away wet.  Winter affected the way we are able to view our spring.  Now we have to temper our desire for spring with an acknowledgement of what spring will bring – namely the potential for flooding. We need to find the happy medium (or so says my Dr. Jekyll persona).  Ms. Hyde is looking at what cute boots she can wear now that the snow is melting off walks and driveways and pulling out her light jackets.

Send help.

Day two hundred and forty-three of the new forty – obla di obla da

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