Beware the Ides of March…
It didn’t escape my attention that the month of March might be hexed. Mercury went into retrograde on the day we set the clocks forward and lost an hour of our lives to the void. And a mere week later, the Ides of March are upon us.
Et tu, Harper?
Amazingly, it hasn’t been that bad so far. I’m not sleeping, but I can’t blame that entirely on the time change. I mean.. chronic insomnia is a thing. So are night terrors which have been ASTOUNDING for the last two weeks. Still, I’m starting to feel hopeful that spring might actually come. It has to. I’m a summer person. Give me sun. Surf. Sand. I’m ready.
Still, there are changes on the horizon, all good I hope and I’m ready for a change from the endless stasis I’ve been caught in and I’m working on getting right with myself and my skills to be able to push forward when there are so many reasons to give up.
The Ides of March might have been the end for Caesar, but here’s hoping it’s a new beginning for me.