A new month has begun with its hopes and dreams; I find myself looking on as an observer, rather than one who participates in such action. In simpler terms, I have watched the people around me grow and evolve, while I poke the world with my stick and complain.

Yes, it is cold, and there might be monsters, yet. It is almost time to come out from hibernation; I must move past this feeling of melancholy and to a place of bliss or eternal ignorance. My mother tells me that my name is Joy for and reason and not happiness. I similarly can’t imagine a life where I am truly happy, yet that is what I seek. On Sunday, I spoke about self-healing and the importance of taking care of yourself to take care of others. 

For March, I will focus on finding Joy in distant places and myself. Here are my goals

• Stretch more; it will help those aching bones of mine. 
• Begin to plan the garden for the back yard. 
• Write a few great poems and post them on the bloggo.
• Dance to music loudly in the middle of the day. 
• Rather than keeping my problems to myself, I’ll call my mom and complain. 
• Drink more water. 
• Probably, kinda-sorta get a job.

It looks like a sloppy list, and in truth, it is. I am slowly starting to learn again what the basis of accomplishing goals can do for my overall health and well-being. These goals are a way of managing the darkness that lives inside of me. Someday soon, I will be able to look at myself in the mirror and smile. Until then, these are my March goals, and I hope to take it slowly as I figure out how to play this game called life. 

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