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It’s spring time in my book, I don’t wait for an official date. Oh happy spring? My favorite season, who wouldn’t have guessed? Running though sprinklers at lunch brought my mood back to a spring level. I’ve decided I’m never satisfied with anything. Realizing this is some what frightening. Future plans being made, rejections, disappointments, this summer won’t be spent where I’d ended last summer hoping to, though I’m excited. Everything happens for a reason. Sometimes it’s all about what kind of attitude you wake up with that morning.