Say, did I ever tell you about the time I decided to break up with Mr. Jaunty?
Nope. Didn’t tell him, either. (Surprise, honey!)
This was years ago; we were both in college, busy, overstretched, and poor. His imperfections were driving me up the wall, and I couldn’t take any more. I conferred with my mother and accompanist. Something had to change.
To be on the safe side, I made a commitment to try and improve myself before doing anything rash. I would spend the month of March trying to change my ways and fix my shortcomings, tackling the scary issues and projects I’d been avoiding. My mother and I christened this project “Forward March.”
It worked. Facing up to the beams in my own eyes greatly reduced my allover levels of frustration. Mr. Jaunty didn’t change, but working on myself helped me simmer down and see our differences in proportion.
Years later, Mr. Jaunty and I remain happy together and I’ve secretly been celebrating Forward March every year since.
This isn’t about a relationship; Forward March has given me a way to check in with my dreams and ideals, to re-up fading New Year’s resolutions, and commit to a few self-improvement strategies for a non-threatening length of time.
March and Forward March begin today. I’m going to make a cup of tea, listen to the Radetzky March, and make a list of this year’s Forward March goals. On March 31st, I’ll tell you how they went.
Feel free to join in. Grab a pen (or open a new document, you newfangled thing) and decide what personal changes would most benefit you this month.