If you look at the word “leap” long enough, it will no longer look like a word. It will look like you picked four random letters and tried tossing them together. True story.
I wanted to write today because I have never posted on a leap day before. At least, not on this blog. I thought it would be nifty. And then I thought all day about what I would write, and I’ll be honest: I got nothing.
Suppose I could write about how I took today off, and about how February was a rough month. But meh, that’s dull.
I could write about how I’m feeling restless, and twitchy, and want to do something, anything, different and new, and fun. I feel sort of trapped. Or stuck. Or on the cusp of something, but I don’t know what that is yet. The air around me is all electric, and it’s not just static electricity because of the dry winter. (Though the dogs would beg to differ as they are constantly being shocked when we try to pet them.)
I’m just not sure where I am leaping yet. I feel like a leap is pending. Leaping limbo.
I have five books out from the library right now, and I had a 3-day weekend where I could have read every day. Yet, no reading happened. I have just been flitting around from one thing to the next, not really accomplishing much of anything. Books unopened. Feathers rustling.
It’s the cusp of spring, but we’re about to have a snowstorm. I feel like this around this time of year a lot. More-so since the end of March 2013 when I have pretty much felt like I have been on the cusp of leaping on a daily basis.
Spring fever? An impending change? Hormones? Who knows.
I’m just feeling electric. Full of static. Ready to move, run, leap. But feeling as though I might be stuck down with tape. I need to unstick and complete the leap.
It is, after all, a leap year this year. Leap day today.
So go ahead. Leap.