It’s interesting to me the extent to which, as I get older, I invest more meaning in weightless, worthless things. I realized this morning that it was the start of March and immediately thought, Well, now I can shake off that weird February torpor as if it had been something particular to the month, and not the person.
Intellectually, I know that March 1st means nothing — there’s no real break in continuity from earlier months, nor no real chance for renewal or revision. And yet, there it is, in my head: the idea that a new month means a new beginning. Superstition, of course, but I should try and work out if it’s a good one or not.
(If nothing else, a new month is a chance to bill clients and bring some new money in…)