March, as shared in my previous post, isn't my favorite month. At the end of the month, I will "celebrate" nine years of living with my forever-disease.
My diaversary strikes fear in my heart. Regret. Anger. And tears. A lot of tears. Resentment. Spiritual storms. A lack of peace. Joy-stealing.
I was browsing Facebook the other day, and I came across this graphic. A powerful reminder of what I want for my life. A powerful reminder of what I can create and live, if I so choose.
I'm choosing. Today. Day by day.
March will inevitably arrive each year.
What will I do with it?