colors of rust and tart as grapefruit

A random title for a random heart.

March was sort of a blur. A good blur, with a concrete ending. I turned 30. No big deal, really. I'm feeling great about myself and my age, especially since I'm consistently perceived as a 23-year old. I'm exactly where I want to be. I keep busy, eyes on the goal, living a life that I love. But now that my decade calendar has clicked over to "30s" I find myself feeling all my years. All that I've felt before is filtering through this chest again. Maybe its a reckoning of all that I've left undone, unprocessed in my hurry. Maybe this means I'll be more conscious.

Anyway, March was...

 standing up for women's rights

 walks in our neighborhood

 home

manicures and gardening

 community gardening

reading

greening :)

Welcome, new decade.
Welcome, life.
Welcome, self, to everything that you are, can, and will be.