It is officially March which most friends know as my birthday month. Am personally approaching March with much excitement and perhaps this enthusiasm was directly influenced by the start of 2017. The beginning of this year was met with high stress in an attempt to host two important events at work and transition into other job changes, battling a weekend of bedridden fever, which resulted in the reappearance of hives and rashes, among other little battles along the way. Since this week, there has been a renewed sense of hope, with enough optimism to supercharge the start of another project and write more poetry.
Around the world, however, March marks the beginning of spring where southern California shines more often (we experienced more rain than usual these last few months) and where a global phenomenon of magnolias and cherry blossoms bursting from branches paints the world with just a little bit more magic, something we need more of during a time of uncertainty.
A friend of mine reminded me the other day that “There are always flowers for those who want to see them,” such true words from Henri Matisse and wherever you are in this world, may you spend a little time this weekend seeing the flowers that color your imagination.
“If at all we were crazy it was for each other.” -Chris Ferreiras
WHAT I PAID IN EXCHANGE FOR YOUR LOVE
The price of the prize: the pain. The price of the pain: the prize.
– Rosie Chuong
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