The dreaded month of March is here. I assumed you knew that already, but just in case you didn’t, I am here to fill you in. This is the month where I like to hide away. I can be quite productive, but I do not like starting or finishing projects at this time. There is something about the word “March” that makes me horribly prejudiced. No offense to March, but I am not sure that anything of much significance happens in this month. (Clearly, I am not a basketball fanatic). The month is more of a transition period between the winter and the spring, from the cold to the renewal. And this in-between time feels uneasy to live in. I suppose I prefer things to be one or the other; to either be freezing in the snow or gazing at the flowers, but not gazing at the half-emerged flowers with damp and melting snow on them. Perhaps this is because I like the product of change, but not always the process one must go through to reach that change.
In other words, Happy March.
Reader, does March hold significance for you?