March is the month of my birth. For all purposes, it should be an exciting month, however, in the latter part of my late 20's during the month of March, my life spun on its axis. The goals I had once set appeared all but obsolete and feelings of overwhelming fear and anxiety had replaced the once bright optimism I had for my future. At 27 years old, I was filing for divorce, trying to establish myself on my own, and praying daily for clarity and peace of mind in my decisions, both present, and future. As someone who often measures success by achievements and performance, this "failure" felt crushing and admittedly, at times, insurmountable.
I have learned in the years since then that life never gives us anything we cannot handle and we are all truly stronger than we believe. And, while we cannot see the future or understand it at the time, life does propel us forward from an obstacle or life-altering event into something much more beautiful. Trust me on this one. As a result, March always tends to be a time that I welcome with a sense of gratitude for growth, but also inevitably feel a slight sense of unease at the reflection of how quickly life can change and how precious the present truly is.
