Let it be bright

There is a particular kind of light that arrives in March with the arrival of Spring. It is not the bold brightness of Summer. And, yet there is a sense of emerging from the darkness of wintertime. The days stretch a little longer. Morning light returns a bit earlier. A few brave flowers appear where bare soil stood only weeks before.

Even though life is returning, the season unfolds gradually. Bud by bud. Day by day. One small sign at a time.

In contrast to the natural world, the corporate world divides the year into what seem to be hard lines between and among the four quarters. As such, this time of year signals the jump from “Q1” into “Q2”. Suddenly, the year can feel rushed. It’s as if time is running out between now and mid-year and then the year drawing to a close. Often, there can seem to be heightened expectations at work. For many mid-career professional women, this moment can feel like a familiar tension. Part of you welcomes the fresh energy of spring, while another part worries that the pace is about to become overwhelming again.

What if, however, we approached this seasonal shift differently? What if the invitation of Spring was not to become frantic, but simply to become bright with hope and potential again?

The Difference Between Bright Energy and Frantic Energy

Bright energy is clear, focused, and forward moving, but it is not chaotic. It carries a sense of momentum without panic. There is enthusiasm, but also steadiness. If you think about nature in early Spring, you can see this difference everywhere. Trees do not explode into leaves overnight. Seeds do not force themselves out of the soil in a dramatic rush. Even the return of birds and wildlife follows a gradual rhythm.

Nature grows with confidence, not urgency. That same rhythm can serve us well in our professional lives.

The Mid-Career Advantage

One of the gifts of mid-career life is perspective. Earlier stages of our careers often reward speed, availability, and constant output. Saying yes to everything can feel like the path to advancement. Over time, however, experience teaches a different lesson. Constant acceleration eventually leads to depletion.

The women I see navigating their careers most successfully are not necessarily the ones doing the most. They are the ones who have learned to work with clarity and intention. They know how to direct their energy where it matters most. Spring offers a natural moment to return to that wisdom.

As the season shifts, the question is not simply: “How can I do more?” A more powerful question might be: “How can I move forward with energy that is bright, confident, and sustainable?”

Sometimes the answer involves recommitting to a project that already holds promise. Sometimes it means creating more breathing room in your schedule. Sometimes it simply means allowing yourself to approach your work with curiosity and optimism again. This does not require frantic effort. It simply requires attention.

Just like Spring itself, sustainable growth happens gradually. The light returns first. Then the soil warms. Then the first shoots appear. Momentum builds quietly before it becomes visible.

For your consideration:

As the March equinox arrives, this can be a helpful moment to pause and check in with yourself.

Consider these questions:

• Where in my life or work do I feel a sense of fresh energy beginning to emerge?

• Am I responding to that energy with curiosity and clarity, or with pressure and urgency?

• What would it look like to allow progress to unfold in a bright but steady way this season?

For many high-achieving women, the instinct is to push harder whenever new opportunities appear. Sometimes, though, the wiser approach is to move forward with intention rather than intensity. Spring energy can be vibrant without being completely depleting.

Okay, your turn:

What is one area of your life or work where you would like to welcome a little more brightness this Spring?

I invite you to share your observations, feelings, and experiences by leaving a Reply in the Comments section, below. Soul-to-soul!

New beginnings

A whisper in the wind

A blank page untouched by time

In the sliver of dawn

Where shadows fall back behind

The horizon line

Faith blooms anew

In the silent space

A promise of what may yet unfold

Among the secrets

Still untold

Like dewdrops on petals

In soft morning light

A dance of potential

With a wiggle of might

New beginnings

Like a canvas wide

Invite us to paint a journey

Much obliged

For in the beat

Between breaths and sighs

Is where the magic quietly resides

Okay, your turn:

New beginnings…love ‘em or dread ‘em? Does it depend? If so, in what ways?

I invite you to share your observations, feelings, and experiences by leaving a Reply in the Comments section, below. Soul-to-soul!

© 2024 Lori A. Noonan. All Rights Reserved.

Promise me

 Often:

Promise me “you’ll be good,” says one.

Promise me “you’ll stay,” says the other.

Promise me “you’ll always be mine,” they say in unison.

 

Instead,

Promise me you’ll be you.

Promise me you’ll be true

to you

and to me

And not to whom you think

I desire you to be

Promise me you’ll stay true to what you intend to be true

Promise me you’ll only make promises you sincerely intend to keep

Promise me.

Will you?

I will, too.

I promise.

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Tomorrow is not promised.

Today is all we’ve got.

And that is everything.

For your consideration:

What about “broken promises”?  Are they based on unrealistic expectations, wishful thinking, both, or neither?

I know for me, an unfulfilled promise hurts more than no promise at all.

Like most every child growing up in Southern California, I fantasized about going to visit The Magic Kingdom…Disneyland.  We did get to go when I was really little, and I was “too short to ride the rides,” as the signs said in front of the line for all the ‘big kid’ rides that my older brothers got to go on without me.

As I got a little older and a little taller, nearly every year, at some point, I would tug on my dad’s shirt sleeve and pester him with “please Dad, can we go to Disneyland again soon, can we, can we?” I believe my father did desire to make me happy, and sometimes, as I know now, he would say what I wanted to hear, without giving much thought as to whether it was likely to actually happen.

One time in particular, I remember when my dad announced to the family: “Yes, we are going to Disneyland,” and we set the date.  I practically squealed with glee and leaped with joy.  I counted down the days, imagining all the fun rides we’d ride at the amusement park, and how I’d get to have my picture taken with Pluto and maybe even Goofy, my favorite.

On the morning of the day that we were supposed to jump in the car and head out to Disneyland, I eagerly asked my dad what time we needed to be ready to leave. I was antsy with anticipation.

Engraved in my memory are these words in his reply:  “Oh, Lori, we’re not going to Disneyland today.”

He didn’t provide a reason why.  He dismissed the promise, and me, as quickly as I had asked the question.

I slumped down into my dejected heart and glumly walked back into my room without a spark of joy left in me.

I didn’t know what to believe.

So:

What if we were to commit to making promises from a place of what’s truly true? What if we made the decision to embody that promising promise now, and to carry it through…for ourselves and for all concerned?

Okay, your turn:

When have you felt the impact of a broken promise?  What does it mean for you to make a promise?

I invite you to share your thoughts, feelings, and experiences in the Comments section, below. Soul-to-soul!

© 2019 Lori A. Noonan. All Rights Reserved.