Well...I've started two separate blogs in the past couple of days that I just couldn't complete. One was about Tasers, and the other I just opened a "new post" and didn't make it any further than that.
This feels like the first March break that I've really had since I was in high school. I started working when I was 18 (which I realize is fairly late, but I babysat forty hours a week the two summers before I worked at Kent), and once I started working, I worked every break I had. Then, when I graduated from university in 'o5, the working world consumed me. My point is really that I'm taking an actual break right now. It's wholly strange. Certainly not anything I'm accustomed to, considering I take life on at 100 miles an hour 98.376% of the time.
March has traditionally been my favourite month. I'm not gonna lie about it, my birthday being in March doesn't hurt...but it goes further than that. Days have grown long enough that you don't feel like curling up and sleeping at 6pm; there are signs (however small they may be..like 8 or 9 birds in a tree) of spring; and really the promise of new beginnings and fresh starts. That's what it's about.
February ended in a cataclysmically cathartic chaos for me. March, even before I left Woodstock, began much more serenely, with a fresh outlook. Thus, March has come in like a lamb...that's the final consensus. I sure hope it's not out like a LION!!! (or if it is, I hope it's the lion from The Wizard of Oz....I really could while away the hours....)
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