Emotional Awareness

March has always carried energy for me. It ’s my birthday month.The 12th. A date that used to mean movement. In my early twenties, celebration meant noise. Music. People. Being surrounded so I didn’t have to sit too long with myself. Later, celebration became distance. Solo trips. Airports. New cities. Reinventing myself somewhere unfamiliar. There was something powerful about that — proving I could be independent, that I didn’t need anyone, that I could always start again so