It's Friday, and it's March. *This* March.
Next week we will hit an anniversary and no one will be happy about it.
A wave of memes has cropped up in the last week or so—all of them rooted in some truth—about the discomfort of March arriving while we’re still processing the shock and trauma of March 2020. It is surreal to cross this milestone, to find ourselves having taken a whole trip around the sun while in many ways having gone nowhere at all.
There is nothing to celebrate about the year we have just had: it has been bad, and a lot of people have not made it through. We may never truly be able to quantify the loss. There have been small comforts, though, things to appreciate in our shrunken worlds. In being forced to slow down and sit still, we have had a chance to appreciate joy wherever we can find it, whether it’s in a home-cooked meal, a walk in the woods, a child searching the lawn for four-leaf clovers or casting a giant’s shadow on a hill.
It is March again, yes. The days are getting longer, the ice is melting away, and…