March-ing forward, whether or not this path was chosen.

And, just like that ... it's March.

Days pass even when it seems as if minutes aren't.

Yesterday marked six weeks of my writing here at least once every weekday. I am grateful for the sense of catharsis that this space has given me, as well as for the kindness of those of you who have reached out to me after reading and given me the chance to reach back to you. Thank you, truly.

Today marks the beginning of my writing here every day, for the next 31 days, as part of my commitment to BlogHer's NaBloPoMo. The theme for March, which I may or may not touch on in each post, is "Whether" (and now you can re-read, and roll your eyes at the horrible punniness of, the title of this post).

Yes, it's March. Spring is showing its face in opened blooms, and we too will emerge from the shadows of winter into the warmth of what is to come.

early tulips