March has been a very strange month. If I'm honest, February was no less strange, but it was more actively strange and March is a suspension between action and forward movement. It is a month of waiting. What I am waiting for, I'm not ready to say publicly, but either way, waiting is an uncomfortable place to be. Facing down a monumental life change (to me, doubtless it would not be to many other people), caught between how things have been and how things will be, I find my past catching up with me and asking for resolutions before I move forward into something new.