March would be a month of quiet progress, one small step at a time. That’s what I want it to be. I’m making no hard and fast rules, but I still want to be mindful of the ‘seemingly’ small decisions I make.

Sure, the year technically began on January 1st—But I think I’m only now stepping into it. I can’t remember anything that happened in January and February. Alright, that’s a lie. I was gasping for breath. Maybe I still am.

No. I wasn’t building momentum for anything. I just moved through the days until now.

This March, I want to do the things that get a little difficult for me to do. I want to do the things that get hard momentarily (which, on paper, shouldn’t be hard at all. ). My friend might have overanalyzed this – Bless his big heart.

What are the hard things? Some days, the hardest things are the simplest: laying on the bed, taking a bath, opening a book, pressing play on a song.

Am I excited for the month? I wouldn’t say I am. I am, however, looking forward to how I make the best of it.
Here’s to March – taking small steps, one at a time.