Clean Slate

It's the first day of March and I love it! I love the first day of any month. There's something exciting about it. Something fresh and clean. Maybe it's the obsessive compulsive nature in me, but I have always appreciated the closure of the previous month and enjoy the anticipation of what the next month might bring.

February was a short month, no pun intended. A short month that required a lot of hard work and determination, but one that also allowed for some quality self-reflection. I registered for the mini-marathon, the triple crown of running, and boards. I made plans to cash in my birthday present, two plane tickets out west, for an overdue vacation in August. I also started this blog, ran the first of the three crown races, made a full gold crown, had an endoscope, ran three consecutive eight and a half minute miles, met some new people, aced all of my exams, ate at new restaurants, planted seeds for a new friendship, killed an orchid, and started working on a gluten free diet. So although February may have only lasted twenty-eight days, they were all full of that sweet sweaty success that I feed on. 

My favorite of February's successes drives my excitement for the clean slate and fresh scent of March, the success of inadvertent self-reflection. A few days ago, a new friend of mine inadvertently unlocked the doors which were barricading me from myself. I felt awakened, as if I had been sleep walking my way through dental school. I felt exfoliated, as if I were shedding the skin of whomever the strangers I had been wearing. I was already aware of how my attitude toward and false perception of life here in Louisville was affecting me and my ability to enjoy it here, but I was oblivious to the consequences that my character were facing. Oblivious to the fact that the people around me were conceptualizing the person they THINK I am. I am nothing if I am not unforeseeable, but I cannot blame them for assuming certain explanations for my apparent lack of interest in them. Which is precisely the reason I am breaking out the eraser from my life survival kit. An eraser to remind myself that March is a new month and that I can start out on a clean slate. That I can erase this pseudo hermit from my life and start developing the relationships I have missed out on thus far.

It is the first day of March and I love it! I love March for all of its opportunity and room for growth. I love March for its fresh scent and clean slate.