In like a lion, out like a lamb; even the weather is confused.
If there is a connection to the beginning of life, it makes sense; as a December birth, I was conceived in March. For as long as I can remember, or at least while I was paying attention, it is the month I challenge all that I am.
It often results in a shift in thinking, or a change in direction. Many times, there was depression. While all around me were welcoming Spring, I was having my New Year’s crisis, just a few months late.
So aware of this, I actually planned a pregnancy for Spring, just to have something positive to get me through. It worked. My son was born in April.
I graduated college in March, got engaged in March (he proposed at Christmas), changed jobs/careers at least 3 times in March, was laid off only once in my life, and it happened in March.
My grandmother died of cardiac arrest after digging out of a record 5 ft. snowfall at the end of March. My mother lost her mind and escaped to Jamaica in March, one week after I had started a new job about 600 miles from home. One year later, I left that job and traveled home to Pennsylvania just after the Three Mile Island nuclear incident, to attend to my Mom in the throes of a terminal illness, all in March.
We relocated to a new state a few times in March. I retired from a job I loved, but no longer needed, in March just a few years ago. Economic downturn forced my husband to retire from his career of almost 40 years in 2014, also in March. We were not quite ready.
We moved my daughter to New York City on St Patrick’s Day, March 17. My son’s first professional job was downsized in March.
No point really.
In my mind, the pattern is clear.
Just a few more days….