When I was a kid, I loved the month of March. Exuberantly. The very flipping of the calendar page was exciting. The air changed color. Ordinary objects buzzed with promise. This year, i aim to recapture that irrational love of our third month.
March is chock full of good stuff: The beginning of Spring. The ides of March (when we got rid of that awful Julius Cesar). A heckuva lot more sunlight. Oh, and yes, my birthday.
Let's not forget that March (along with May) is also a verb. An active verb at that.
So, just for today: no introspection, no self-doubt, no whacking myself on the back with birch branches.
Today we celebrate March.
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