The other morning, I heard it on the news while getting ready for the day… daylight saving time is about to start again. And honestly, my first thought was, wait… already?
Every year it sneaks up like that.
March seems to have this quiet way of showing up and gently shaking things up a little. Not in a dramatic way. More like a friend leaning over and saying, “Hey… you might want to grab your sunglasses soon.”
Of course, change isn’t always everyone’s favorite thing. Especially when you work in healthcare and your schedule already feels like it was created by someone spinning a wheel. Early mornings, late evenings, maybe a night shift tossed in for good measure. So yes… losing or gaining an hour can feel like kind of a big deal.
There’s always that moment when someone at work says, “Don’t forget the clocks change this weekend,” and suddenly the whole room has opinions.
Some people love it.
Some people absolutely do not.
And someone always says, “Why do we still do this?”
But once the clocks shift and the evenings stretch out a little longer, something starts to feel different. You walk out after a long shift and—surprise—there’s still daylight. It’s a small victory, but it feels pretty good.
March does that. It quietly starts turning the lights back on.
And after a long winter of dark mornings and chilly walks across the parking lot, that little bit of extra sunshine feels like a gift.
It also tends to start the yearly conversation we have with ourselves: Maybe I should spend more time outside.
Nothing big. No extreme hiking plans or running marathons. Just simple things.
Maybe sitting outside with coffee before work on a day off.
Maybe a short walk after dinner.
Maybe just standing in the sunshine for a minute before heading back inside.
And after the winter, we’ve all just worked through… that feels like a pretty good deal. ☺️