🍃 What’s Your Favorite Season and Which One Would You Return?

Winter has a way of forcing deep thoughts on us.

Mostly because it’s cold, everything hurts, and we’re stuck inside with our own opinions.

Naturally, this is when I start asking important questions.
Like: What is my favorite season?
And more confusingly: If I could return to one season of my life… which one would it be?

Let’s start with the easy one.

My favorite season is spring.
Hands down.

Spring feels like possibility without pressure.
The air softens. The days get longer.
Everyone collectively agrees to stop being grumpy and start pretending we enjoy walking again.

Spring says, You survived. Here’s a reward.

But here’s where it gets interesting.

If I could return to a season—not on the calendar, but in my life—it might actually be winter.

Not because it was fun.
Not because it was easy.
And definitely not because I enjoy being cold.

I’d return to winter because that’s where things got real.

Winter strips everything down.
No distractions. No hiding. No pretending things are fine when they absolutely are not.

Winter is where I learned who I was without the noise.
Where I learned what mattered.
Where I learned that sometimes growth looks suspiciously like sitting still and surviving.

Spring is my favorite because it represents hope.
Winter is the one I’d return to because it taught me strength.

And honestly?
That feels about right.

So if you’re in the middle of winter right now—literal or otherwise—just know this:
Spring will come.
But winter might be giving you something you don’t see yet.

Also, you’re allowed to complain about the cold.
That’s just being realistic.