Spring has sprung … The grass is riz … Hey, I wonder where all the flowers is?  The above is our new header for March, a field of flowers, pretty snazzy eh?

Where is this year going?  Last day of the month, and I can truthfully say, it kind of snuck up on me.  Life seems too fast paced any more …  You see it that way?

It seems like everything is rushing into oblivion and at times just a blur on the place mat of time.  I on the other hand, seem to be slowing down a little, and I suppose that is good.  I posted 48 articles in January and in February that dropped to about half, 21.  I suspect this month will be the same, as I have adapted to this slower relaxed pace and seem comfortable with it.

This year, the total is 772 posts, some of them good and some of them not so good.  Just depends on your attitude at the time and your current outlook on life I guess.  None of them by their very nature, guaranteed to amuse, please, fulfill a need or entertain.

March.  The windy month … Still, the prospect of a new month always excites me.  Last month was not so great for me, I lost another friend and it took a toll on my psyche.  Death is the only thing that never seems to take a holiday, did you ever notice that?  I find myself attending more funerals than weddings and that is a sad commentary on life, but never the less, and all too familiar routine at this time.

Trouble as usual, searched me out, and called me by name.

February presented its fair share of turmoil and strife.  I had my share of battles fought and won, and yes, some lost, but I suited up for the game every day.  One very important aspect of life emerged for me, my personal epiphany you might say.  All this political crap has jaded my outlook on life, and at times, soured me to the joy of living.  So I have made a conscious commitment this month to cut back on it, for the most part I understand, that I can not be effective in any kind of change anyway.

So, for me, this month, it is all about getting back to basics.

First thing I am going to do is see if I can figure out a way to “reward myself more” and stop assuming the problems of the country and this world.  People who schedule “guilt free playtime or squander a little peace for themselves in life” seem to be happier.  Not to mention more efficient and well adjusted.

Having said all that, here is the nugget, the one simple truth.  One of the absolute best things about life is the fact that it is never, ever, too late to start over.

See You In The Funny Papers.

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