Of late
I’ve been in a bad place the past couple of days…a place I promised myself I would not return to. Granted, I can’t claim that I’ve reached the same low levels that I have in years past. I’m not quite so far gone as I was several times just one year ago. Yet there’s something about this month that really does not jive with me.
I’m working on acceptance. I always work towards accepting things I cannot change, changing those I can for the better. I have always thought I could change this…perhaps it would be better to accept? Think of it as inevitable and anticipate its coming each year with indifference rather than stark fear.
I’m speaking vaguely, and for those reading this, if any, I don’t expect you to completely follow along. But the month of March has always seemed just like that: a long, tiresome journey with hardly an end in sight. Marching to nowhere perhaps. Marching without purpose. It is a month of questions that have no answers; a month of ticking clocks and cracked mirrors.
Let March pass quickly this year.
