Okay, I’ll admit, I have a special fondness for March:
- The beginning of spring.
- Vacation break from school.
But this year, things seem to be traveling at such a pace that I feel like I need to step off the conveyor belt for a while to catch my breath. I mean, it wasn’t all that long ago it was Christmas, and now it’s going to be March? Really? I hardly even noticed January and February.
In my defense, the day job has been crazy busy. Of course, I always say that, and it’s always true. I just keep hoping that the particular crazy busy of the time is a transitory thing, not the new norm. But since 2004, every year the busy factor just keeps ratcheting up, and eventually I and my coworkers have to resign ourselves to the fact that this level of crazy busy is the new norm, and we have to learn how to deal with it. And just when that happens, life ratchets up another notch or two, starting the cycle all over again. It makes me exhausted just thinking about it.
Me, I think if life keeps winding us up so far, eventually our heads are going to pop off. You watch. It’ll happen.
Either that, or we’ll all go on Prozac to escape the stress.
Until then, I say we take each day on its own. That’s how I approach my writing–a word, a phrase, a paragraph, a scene, a chapter at a time. It’s a lot easier to take in small bites. Plus, you get that little hit of satisfaction when you master something, which makes you want to feel that again.
So bring it on, March. I’m ready for spring!