Sow your courage. And watch what blooms for you.

Spring Can Still Spring. Even if you're like me and feeling a bit behind. Even if you're halfway through a bag of Mini Eggs.

Easter crept up on me.

One minute it’s grey and February-ish, and I’m wondering when my “New Year” is going to finally kick-in and the next minute I’m panic-buying hot cross buns and wondering if the daffs in my garden are actually dead or just working it out.

And that’s the point, really.

Spring doesn’t always arrive when it’s supposed to.
Sometimes, it’s bang on time.
Sometimes, it shows up late, with a hangover and a handful of muddy snowdrops.
Sometimes, it arrives only once you’ve stopped watching for it.

This Easter, I’ve been thinking a lot about gratitude, and how it’s easy to talk about when life’s all sunshine and upward graphs. But when it’s not, when things are uncertain, hard, or just a bit bloody exhausting, it can feel like false harmony, or tone-deaf.

Because the world is exhausting right now for many people. And so, to speak about all the things I am grateful for, feels more than off, especially when for so many, it’s just so bloody hard.

But that’s when gratitude comes into its own.

Not the pastel-tinted kind.
Not “blessed and busy.”  Not the instaworthy kind.

More like the little things.

 Thank you universe for tea.

Thank you universe for people who get it.

Thank you universe that I am in the position to offer kindness, help and support to others.

Because thank you universe that I’m still here and in a position to have more than enough.

And maybe that’s what Easter is about, underneath it all, whether you’re a churchgoer, a spiritual soul, or just here for the chocolate eggs.

It’s a story of the little things to be grateful for. Even when its dark. Especially when its dark.

Of getting back up. Of trying again.

And the opportunity to offer kindness and support to others.

So happy easter to you lovely reader.

Whether you're going full roast lamb and family quiz, sneaking quiet time with your book, or just trying to stay awake post chocolate consumption hangover.

You get to choose how you show up.

Rest. Eat the eggs. Go all in. Or don’t.
You do you.

Be of service to you, be of service to others.

And whatever you’re considering for your next move, remember that Spring is patient.

Sow your courage. And watch what blooms for you.

With love (and maybe a Creme Egg),

Tamsyn x