March is one of those months that feels like a thirty-day supply of Wednesdays. All of a sudden it’s March, yes. But then it stays March for such a long time. And, we are only now on day ten.
Perhaps March feels slow because it’s still too early to tell if our dreams for the year are on their way to becoming true. But, it’s also when expectations begin to build.
March, then, is a time to grind, a time to forget about the end result, a time to call upon faith in effort and the plan.