So, this is March. We’re in the waiting room – we’re on pause – everything seems to solidify in amber. Time seems to stop and life seems somewhat inadequate. “Never make life decisions in March, wait it out.” an old friend once told me. I understand that now. This time of year seems to create anticipation and impatience in equal measure – a burden caused by lack of progress. We keep getting glimpses of new life. I guess there’s nothing to do but wait it out!

A Reluctant Spring