And then the page on the calendar turned and I had, like I do every year, a teeny meltdown. March?! WTH?? Where did the first two months of the year GO?
I'm okay with time passing quickly, because it does just pass quickly. What I'm not okay with is missing weeks of my life because I'm so wrapped up in the stressors that I can't find time to appreciate the teeny bits of every day magic in my life. February had to happen but I'm glad it's over because, the truth is, even when life is icky and uncomfortable, it's also still really good. I'm ready to start noticing the good again.
The arch in your back as you stretch into the new day.
The thud of small feet making their way towards you.
The way your hand guides the knife as you slice through carrots and onions and celery.
The lips that touch your cheek as you tuck them away into bed.
This is the poetry of life.
-Carrie Anne Moss
My plan for March: more fresh air, being more aware of the messages my body sends me, saying NO more, doing without, reducing, letting people be who they are, taking fuller deeper breaths, noticing more, talking less.
What will this month be about for you?