The month of March is so over. And I can’t even recall where it went. Such a (non) happening month it was.
But what do you
expect get from a month which begins with you pouring cold water in your cup and then wonder why the teabag doesn’t appear to be working and the powder-milk looks weird?
Spring. Loadshedding. The weird start to summer where you’re hot one minute and shivering the next.
This month marked one year to when the ‘normal’ circumstances of my life changed. I am surprised I survived this long.
It was a hectic month overall. Being new while being not-so-new is not easy. Trying to have a social life: impossible. Assuming someone wants to see your face.
It was also a month of establishing new friendships. Finding common ground and the poles-apart aspects, both of which make it better. And so, the people I got to hang out with daily never failed to amuse me and make my day just a little better. Hoping this continues.
It was also the time for mood swings. Not that I see them ending in the near future. But those of the past month were a little too swingy.
But there was recovery and healing too. And discovery. And doing some things for the betterment in the long run.
Gave up on a few things. Continued to hold tightly onto others.
Ultimate lethargy at one end. Complete restlessness at the other.
And, turns out, March wasn’t really meant for blogging.
But I. I shall “march” on! Come to think of it, I did so well at it that I “marched” all the way into April.
Said Ian McKellen: “If I was on a march at the moment I would be saying to everyone: ‘Be honest with each other. Admit there are limitless possibilities in relationships, and love as many people as you can in whatever way you want, and get rid of your inhibitions, and we’ll all be happy.”