Ashley and I took the kids out yesterday to capture some of the first blooms of the year.
Lately I've been driving myself nuts. I can't quite put my finger on it, though. Must be spring fever, like my friend Mr. Twain described above. I'm bursting with creative energy, yet I feel like I'm holding myself back somehow. I think spring is just what I need. A fresh burst of color, a little warmth, and some fresh air. That should do the trick.
In other news, I signed up to take a pottery class (starting in March). That should be interesting; but I'm totally excited. 2011 most definitely is proving to be the year I step out of my comfort zone. A little bit awkward, but I highly recommend it. Awkwardness never killed anyone, did it? (Please don't tell me if it did).
|Whatever will I do with that wispy, crazy hair?|
P.S. Note to self: It is NOT spring yet. It gets cold when the sun goes down, so take a sweat shirt next time, idiot.