spring arrives

It has been a warm and golden day today. finally, after several false starts, spring has arrived and got me giddy. snow has turned to mush on the ground and has settled itself on my boots betwwen the leather and the rubber sole. the chill doesn't seep into my coat, which has been thoroughly tired since new years, and the crisp air feels welcome on my face.
spring is a sign of a new beginning. plants, flowers, animals are all awakened and my sense have followed suit. the grayness of winter, however sunny it is in Mongolia, has been extinguished and a joy in everything is discovered.
the trouble with such an awakening is the onset of many questions in the head and a mild sense of panic of what to do about them, although it will fester there until summer comes and it's too late. the questions at hand goes like this: "what shall i do this summer that makes it better than the last?" "will I have enough time/money to take THAT holiday of a lifetime?" "how will i look great in summer clothes?" none of it in order or in conclusive manner but also none of it addresses the work issue. this is not good oncisdering my busiest time of the year, workwise, is in the summer. or better yet, in the lack of summer. last summer went like there was no summer. I'm determined to no let that happend again...however out of ym hands it would be. I ahve read how some people have said "oh, i worked all summer and had no time to have a holiday. working like a horse. working till it gets dark, and then light." I always assumed those people as belonging to another world, maybe more glamorous, maybe more grown-up, but definetely one that I'm most unlikely to have. and here we are, saying those words, in different order or tone perhaps, but in the same spriti anyway. now that i've smelt the grass on the other side, all i'm left with is a little disappointment and realisation that those complaints and the workaholic life is really not that great or something to yearn for. nothing glamorous, just grinding the work, crunching the words and getting it done.
makes me think suddenly, 'WORKING GIRL" does not show you the hard work only what getting the hard work done can get you. great for a disillusioned girl that needs a lift and some clothing tips but not much else. but that makes me think, what else is there to aks for? you can't be told what to do and how to do it by a film, otherwise the film industry in the west will become a huge self help industry-not that we need another one-and besides if that was the case i bet bollywood would have beaten hollywood there. so, here's to getting off my backside, doing the job but also remembering to take a break and clean the mush off my boots.