I love spring, but I have severe allergies to certain North American plants. I say that specifically because I keep tropical plants in my home and at my desk at work. I'm not allergic to any of those—just oak, birch etc.
Despite the allergies — the itchy eyes, the runny nose, the incessant sneezing — I love spring. It's one of my favourite times of the year. I love the fresh smell of a spring morning just after the rains have stopped. The air is crisp, and it feels as though all the dirt and wear has been washed away. Spring feels new and invigorating. Spring means renewal and change.
I often wish my job was like that. It used to be. It used to be that I would jump out of bed in the morning eager and ready to put my talents to work solving some new business technology problems.
But it's less like that now. Each day I feel trapped. The joy — the creativity and the innovation — have been outsourced and what's left is ... well, just a job. Like spring, maybe it's time for a change.
