March!

The other day I looked at the calendar and realized that it's March. March! Not February! I made it!

If you know me in person you may have heard my February rants. It's my number one, most despised month. December is the first of the really rainy months but you have the holidays to look forward to (if you happen to like them) or at least to keep your mind off the weather. January tends to have the most ice storms but that's at least a break from the usual mud. February just sucks. Calendar-wise it makes you think that you ought to be heading into spring but you're just not. February is all cold, boot-sucking mud and darkness. Often in February a physical despair sets in with me that makes it difficult to get my outside work done. Last February was just about the worst ever even though last year I had a partner. This year, as February loomed closer, I was nearly panicky about how I would get everything done alone when I had previously struggled with help.

But suddenly, it's March! And February wasn't so bad! Don't get me wrong, my property was still covered in cold, heavy mud and I was still feeding in the dark, so the difference is in me. The point of this post, which has turned rather personal, is that it seems a relationship can cause every part of one's life to seem hopeless. I lingered in that relationship even though I knew things were going horribly, horribly wrong because the thought of being alone was scary. Well, ha! Not only am I happier in general, but everything seems easier. Who knew?