From Bea's Porch

I went on my first spring bike ride the other day.

I pulled my bike out of storage, dusted it off, and headed down the same road I always take.

At first, it felt so good. The sun was warm, the breeze blowing gently on my face, familiar sights greeting me as I rolled along.

Until I got a little farther along. And my legs started to burn. The ride felt longer than usual. I was pushing into the wind, which was getting a little stronger.

I always forget this part. How winter settles into my bones and when it’s spring again things that felt natural before take a little more effort.

I guess I’m a little rusty.

But spring has a way of reminding me that starting over doesn’t always feel natural. Even good things take time to come back. Growth doesn’t always feel smooth right away.

Maybe it’s supposed to feel like a spring day- a little messy, a little imperfect, not quite in full bloom yet.

And that’s okay, because April isn’t the end of the season.