March has always been my second chance at the new year, a restart. My birthday is the impetus to reflect and reset.
I can hear my husband on the phone trying to source the best prices for diesel that he can. Fuel is a key component in his business, and he is conscientious and very forward-thinking. I admire that quality so much in him. He has a great problem-solving brain, and so, with the world in flux, he is dealing with it as best he can, while also turning off every light he comes across and warning me that because of the war now, we won’t have the business year we had hoped we would.
I hear him. I understand, and I can hear my parents in my head telling me the stories of how they survived high interest rates in the ’80s. The electricity bill comes to my email…