We are changed by the winters of our lives, and we are born again each spring. Some of our cells may be the same—others, brand new. Cyclical living offers us the ability to assess which parts we are leaving in the darkness of the dirt, and which parts are rising now to meet the increasing daylight. I often find that this is where the discomfort comes in; in our eagerness to open, we forget that we also require the right amount of rain, supple soil, and most importantly, patience. We forget that growth takes time.