The month of March feels like it has flown by. I am behind on blogging and writing in general. I need to get back into the swing of things. I was thrown off my game. I refuse to give up. I will keep writing and I will keep working on my book. I know this teaching memoir hidden in me needs to be written.
I admit March is my absolute most favourite month out of all the months. I think there is beauty in all the seasons but March hands down wins my vote for best month. March is when the snow finally starts to leave and the first signs of spring start to pop out. Finally, we can shed our winter layers and put away our snow blowers. The heat cranked on high gets traded in for the cool lake breeze. I would say time to put to air on but if you know me I am never warm enough. I am always cold so I appreciate the warmer weather. It is time to prepare our lawnmowers and revive the sad-looking flowerbeds. I haven’t been much of a green thumb. I don’t know what’s good and what is a weed, but with the help of friends and family, I am learning. It is a work in progress.
The best part of March is when the Cadillac comes out of winter storage and hits the roads. Caddy pick-up day, still always brings the biggest smile to my face. Caddy cruising season is my happy place.
I might be biased but I think all the best people are born in the month of March. I recently turned 39 years old. Ah, I finally have to admit I am in my late thirties. My last year in my 30’s and my second birthday during a world pandemic. What does this year hold for me? I wish I had the ability to see into the future and to know that information. Sadly I don’t so I hope that 39 blesses me with great health, wealth, and love. I am going to do my best to be kind and help as many people as I can. I want 39 to be my greatest year yet!
I have always been a huge fan of birthdays. I am the girl who goes all out with the decorations, who designs the perfect cake. I freaking love cake. I have sampled a lot of cakes over the years but I am still searching for the world’s best cake. If I had to say out of all the cakes in my life the best cake I ever had was a cake my Oma (grandma) used to make every year for my birthday. It was a butter cake that was to die for. She took that recipe with her to her grave. I will probably never find another cake made with butter and love like she did. I truly cherish those moments. Every birthday that goes by I miss my Oma a little more. What I wouldn’t do to celebrate one more birthday with her. You never know when it’s going to be your last birthday. Celebrate each and every birthday like it could be your last. Eat the cake. Tell your loved ones you love them!
This March and for most of the winter season, I admit I have been struggling with the blues. I started to get stuck in a funk. I stopped writing. I started overthinking something someone said to me. Someone who is not involved in my day-to-day life so why should it bother me? I had to let that go. The only person’s view of life that matters is mine. I will not give anyone else control over my life. It is my life to live! Some of it has to do with life circumstances out of my control. Some health news took me by surprise and really made me think. There is always a solution to every problem. I have had medical issues before and I am still here. I will figure this out too. Some of it had to do with the winter weather being cold, dark, and damp. I have always struggled to stay focused in winter. I tend to just wanna hibernate in my cave of a bed. I would have no problem being a bear! I have forced myself out in the rain, snow, cold, damp, and days of darkness to enjoy some part of the great outdoors. I love where I live and I will not allow the weather to sink me.
Thank you to my friends and family who each and every day keep me going! Here’s to springing into a better mood. I am back and writing again! Life is too short to be anything but positive. Smile and keep moving forward.