Spring, You Saucy Resurrection Machine

Julie Bolejack

20 Apr 2025 — 1 min read

This week, I interrupt the usual snark to acknowledge something bigger than the latest clown car on the national stage: the Earth is quietly staging her annual comeback tour. No hashtags. No press release. Just soft blooms pushing through hardened ground like it’s no big deal.

It’s Easter, or Spring Equinox 2.0 if that suits you better—either way, it’s the season of coming back to life.

Maybe you’ve been dormant. Maybe you’ve been pissed off, dried out, over-fertilized by world events. But here’s a little reminder from the tulips, the robins, and that weird neighbor who’s already mowing their lawn: it’s never too late to rise again.

Not in a religious way (unless that’s your thing). Just in a quietly defiant, “I’m not done yet” kind of way.

So here’s to planting what matters. Shedding what doesn’t. Resurrecting some joy.

Even if you’re only 43% thawed, even if you still feel like a compost bin of grievances—you’re here. And that’s enough for today.

Now go sniff a daffodil or cuss at the sun—whatever makes you feel alive.

Julie Bolejack, MBA

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