March On

It’s been a month. Meaning thirty days since my last post, and also, a particularly intense stretch of time.

It’s all work-related, but I’m not going to go into details. Our nine-year-old daughter summed it up recently when she announced: “Mom, I really hate your job right now. I mean, I always kind of hate your job, but even YOU hate your job right now. So, why do it if it isn’t fun?”

This morning topped it off: I somehow managed to chip my front tooth while standing in my own kitchen drinking coffee. How? I’ve been exhausted, I’d just dragged myself out of bed, I was spacing out, not paying attention, and the dog startled the cat who startled me just as I was lifting my heavy ceramic mug to sip that first sip of hot very dark roast wake-me-up coffee and crack. Now I have motivation to get over my dentist phobia.

But Spring is in the air. The double-markdown discount bulbs I piled into my cart at Home Depot late last Fall and planted without much hope are actually blooming! The whole family was pleasantly surprised:

I’m taking these unexpectedly bright blooms as a sign from God that it’s time to move forward, and use my skills to rediscover the joy in my work life.

Meantime, at home, joys abound:

…and March, and all the work drama that came with it, can just march on.