March was a sucktastic month, I’ve made no secret of that.

But it’s over now.

With some carnage around us, we are gathering the pieces together, and re-evaluating some things.

The teen is graduating soon and moving on to bigger and better (and warmer) things. He’s pulling up stakes and moving down south to pursue a dream.

Whether it’s me turning 40, hubby turning almost-50, the teen leaving home, or just the hell of a month we went through – we are starting to look at where we are ourselves vs. where we want to be.

We’ve begun to dream big.

Bigger than we’ve allowed ourselves to dream in a while.

Right now it’s all pipe dreams and wishes,

but as Walt Disney said – “All our dreams can come true if we have the courage to pursue them.”

Now all we have to do is muster some courage and pursue them all.

We needed a spark of hope, and we’ve given it to ourselves.

It’s kind of terrifying, and so very exciting.

I’d gotten in a rut, and sort of beat down.

It feels really good to dream again.