A lot can happen in 31 days. Let’s face it, a lot can happen in 31 seconds. But I’m having a hard time wrapping my brain around the fact that March is over.
March 2020 was painful. The world changed that month. March 2021 was painful. I suffered a cruel injustice at the hands of someone I respected and trusted. I fought that battle and won, but it was one of the longest months of my life. March 2022 flew in and out before I even had a chance to register it. But this, this March was a good one.
Oh sure, this month had its trials. It had its share of stress at work and the ultimate stress of any adult’s life: what to make for dinner every single night. Some sad things happened to friends, but some good things are happening to friends, too. My family is healthy (Boy’s current bout of Covid notwithstanding…), and I’ve played a lot of Wordle. And Quordle. And Octordle. And Sedecordle. Yikes.
I’ve enjoyed some Netflix/Hulu/Prime series and read 12 books. I could finish another one before the night is over. I started a running challenge and I’m trying, oh I’m trying, to purge so much of the THINGS in my house I just don’t need. I saw one of my brothers, whom I haven’t seen in 6 1/2 years. I’ve paid down some bills and just found out I am NINE payments away from the Public Student Loan Forgiveness on my master’s loans.
Oh, and I wrote. I came here every single day for 31 days and I wrote. And I read, and commented, and laughed, and even cried. Thank you for reading, thank you for writing, and thank you for commenting. I always say I’m going to keep writing, but that hasn’t happened yet. So. I’ll see you next year. Happy April.