The Prophet of Spring (Is a Little Bit Chonky)
I was staring at a blank screen this morning, trying to find something profound to say, when a literal ball of feathers landed on the branch outside my window. Meet my neighbor: the roundest, fluffiest, most impressively 'sturdy' robin I have ever seen this early in March. He’s so fat he looks less like a bird and more like a tennis ball with a beak. But as I watched him hop around, I realized he’s exactly what I needed to see. He’s my tiny, feathered promise that spring is actually coming. Despite the lingering chill, he’s out there, vibrating with life (and maybe a few too many winter berries). He reminds me that joy doesn't have to be a grand milestone or a huge achievement. Sometimes, it’s just a fat bird reminding you that sunshine and warmer weather is right around the corner. But the robin wasn't the only thing that gave me that 'aha' moment this week. Working at my beauty retailer, I’m surrounded by products all day, but sometimes the best discoveries ...
