One day last week, I was driving to work with the heat on in my car—and wearing a heavy sweater—when I noticed the wisteria blooming alongside the street. Something about that feels way off kilter.
I have long struggled with March. I can’t decide if it’s indecisive or a total trickster because you just never know what might happen from one day to the next. March can take you from daffodils to snow in a heartbeat. You get the sense that the dogwoods and azaleas are having a fit to bloom, but they know they’d better hold off. I guess that’s why this is also such an interesting month. There’s no way to prepare for it. You just have to roll with it—and keep James Spann on speed dial.
March always makes me think about life changes—the ones I’m dreaming about and the ones I’ve already been through. I took a personality quiz one time that asked, “Are you happier when you’re considering a decision and have all your options open, or after the decision is made?” I’m definitely in the “after” camp. Uncertainty makes me anxious: Am I going to be watching flowers bloom, or will I be too busy sweeping snow off the deck?
Despite the anxiety, I know those periods of I-don’t-know-which-way-to-go are just bridges to something better on the other side. So I’ll keep my garden shears handy . . . and my rubber boots