I start the day each morning tentatively peeking my head out checking for dark clouds and foreboding skies. Spring is here, yes, but we are having a stormy season. Today, I hear the birds singing and the sun is, indeed, shining — all appears right and good, but my Spidey-sense says don’t let your guard down.
My nervous system has not found its equilibrium from the wild ride that has been 2025, which came in with quite the bang. Makes sense really: I am not a fan of things that go boom (not literally, not metaphorically), and we have had lots of booming and banging since the first of the year.
