Purpose

Recently I posted about an attempt to find opportunity in disappointment. Rather than dwell in the negative, for once I made a conscious effort to move forward. Somehow, it worked and brought good things faster than I thought possible.

March

Every year I write about how much I love March, and this one should be no different. Two years ago I was sitting in Cleveland snow, about to get engaged, and last year I was overwhelmed with gratitude at the amount of support I felt from friends and family as we approached our marriage.

This year, nothing quite so exciting is on the horizon, but that's okay. We still have sun, tulips, the promise of spring.

January and February are awful. I feel less productive and less happy, there's no color, and the tunnel seems to have no end. But then there's March.