Okay. So it finally happened. The last cold snap has yeeted itself into the past, the wind has stopped shrieking like it found out it wasn’t the main character, and now? The birds are out here putting on a full Disney musical—harmonizing like they’re auditioning for  The Voice: Backyard Edition . Nature is in heat, or harmony, or whatever happens when everything suddenly decides to wake the hell up and start doing things again. And watching all of it unfold, I had a thought: “Damn. Same.” Because we, too, go dormant sometimes. But our version isn’t as cute as a tulip bulb in a nap. Nah. Our dormancy shows up in the form of depression, anxiety, grief, burnout, or that weird void-feeling where you stare at a spoon for ten minutes wondering if it’s judging you. It’s not glamorous—but it’s real. And it’s part of the rhythm. The soil rests. Trees rest. Bears literally sleep for months without paying rent or texting anyone back. So maybe we need to stop acting like being tired or sad mea...