It’s May. Finally. No more fake spring, no more teasing sunshine followed by snowstorms. The real thing. The warmth is sticking around this time and you can feel it. In the way people walk slower. In the way everyone seems just a little more human.
And with the shift in weather comes something else. A pull. A question.
Do we really want to keep spending our days locked behind screens, answering emails, trapped in Zoom calls, while the outside world is waking up? The birds are louder. The grass is greener. And if you’re listening closely enough, even your body starts to whisper; Move.
Some of us do just that. We shake off the dust, lace up our hiking boots, and set out to conquer the Wasatch peaks that have been quietly waiting for us all winter. There’s something about pushing your body up a trail that makes everything else feel small.
Others take it even further. They chase adrenaline with a kind of desperation that only makes sense once you’ve jumped out of a plane over red rock canyons or flung yourself off a cliff attached to a parachute. Moab has a way of drawing out the wild in people. And maybe that’s the point. To feel something again. To feel alive.
But not everyone needs cliffs and parachutes. Some of us are finding satisfaction in smaller acts. We dig into the awakening soil of backyard gardens or tend to neglected pots on apartment balconies. We grow things. Tomatoes, lavender, a little patience. There’s a kind of grounding that happens when your hands are in the dirt and your phone is somewhere far, far away.
And then there are those of us going through something else entirely. Not just a seasonal shift, but a spiritual one. A questioning. A slow unraveling of beliefs we once held tight. Faith, identity, meaning, all start to feel fragile in the face of change. Spring doesn’t just thaw the earth. It thaws everything.
For some, the questions feel heavy. But others have already asked them and walked away with answers that don’t always fit into neat little boxes. They chose a different kind of life. One that makes sense to them, even if it doesn’t check the right boxes on a resume or a mortgage application. Society might call them underachievers. But when the sun comes out and everyone starts waking up, they’re the ones already living.
Wherever you’re at right now, in motion or in doubt, digging deep or jumping off literal cliffs, know that you’re not alone.
This month Utah Stories found people just like you. People questioning, exploring, rebuilding. Some are chasing their purpose at 120 miles per hour through Utah’s open skies. Others are whispering their truths while planting marigolds. Some are fighting depression with movement. Others are finding joy in stillness.
We don’t bring you these stories to give you answers. We bring them to remind you that whatever you’re feeling, someone else out there is feeling it too.
Real people. Real Utah. Real life.
