The world and all its glory

The spring here in Chicago seems poised to begin, but somehow is stuck on pause. On the precipice of bursting into all colors familiar to the warmer months, I've noticed that the grass is getting a little greener each day, yet the flowers and birds seemed to have called off the march forward. I don't blame them. I'm sitting here comfortable in my little apartment, surrounded by electric heat and cozy slippers not wanting anything to do with the outdoors. Now and again I do hear the faint sound of the cardinal that took to calling two weeks ago when he thought it was warm enough to find his new ladybird friend. I felt sorry for him... waiting all year to become intimate with a little feathered partner, and then to have it put off again by cold weather and snow. What a disappointment. Well, I suppose that if he can wait a year, then I can wait a few more days for spring.
This time of year can be lonely for me. Not sure why, but it seems every year I think of all the renewal and great things to come, then realize that I'm just barely enjoying it. Then I get mad at myself because I should be enjoying it more. Is there a plan to all of this? If you follow a plan, does it ever have a eureka point, or is the point simply to enjoy the ride of the plan? I think that if I could just sit back and enjoy the ride more, I wouldn't worry so much about the plan. And probably find more contentment. Though I'm not that well versed in theological teachings, it seems that Christianity (and many other world religions) falters a bit when it comes to this idea. All of the emphasis is put on working hard, sacrificing pleasure and happiness, in this life to find glory in heaven. Like the end is the most important part. But is it really? I guess that and many other questions is why I'm a seeker and not a follower. I'm okay with that.
TTFN