March First! This day has always marked the end of winter for me. When I lived in the snowy lands I figured if we had made it through February we could endure the last rites of winter that spring would bring. March was often the month of huge blizzards dumping a foot or more of new snow on the local ski slopes and spring skiing was my favorite. The sun reflecting off the white snow would heat the air and we would shed our coats and revel in the magic of flying down the mountain with pink faces and bright eyes.
March is my birthday month and each year I celebrate by doing something I have never done before. I treat myself to a new adventure and rejoice in life. Another year older, another opportunity to grow and honor the fact that growing older doesn’t have to “mean” anything about who I am or what I capable of. I can still do anything I set my mind to and there are no rules about what any age must look like or act like.
Something happens to me in March. I suspect it is the event called “Spring Fever” so aptly described by Mark Twain. “It’s spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you’ve got it, you want – oh, you don’t quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so!” Scientists have suggested it has to do with hormones. As the days get longer and more sunlight reaches us, we produce more serotonin, endorphins, testosterone and estrogen. Could be. Whatever the reason, I have powerful memories of driving down the road to work with a euphoric sense of unlimited possibilities and a joyousness about life even though my circumstances were no different from  the day before…but it was March!
Spring Fever hasn’t hit me yet this year. I’m still recovering from flu fever…which I can say is mostly behind me now. I still have a few symptoms but I awakened this morning with a clear head and a sense that I could see the light at the end of the flu tunnel. Today is day seven of being sick and a friend told me on day two that she had heard this most recent virus making the rounds was a” seven-dayer.”
G and I are going on a short road trip next week for his daughter’s wedding. Road trips have their own joy fever for me. I love hitting the open road and going somewhere…anywhere. My cells wake up and jump up and down with excitement. Oh boy, here we go…Chery is off on an adventure into the unknown. We will see things we haven’t seen, meet new people, taste new foods, hear new ideas, and learn about life in a new way. The possibility of newness awaits. The opportunities for inventive experiences abound. Escapades are waiting around every bend in the road.
I took a solo road trip across the US about ten years ago. It was in March. I bought a book for the trip titled, The Bad Girl’s Guide to the Open Road by Cameron Tuttle. Written in 1999 it’s a little dated but still a favorite to pull out for a guaranteed laugh. There is a connection here…March = Spring Fever = Road Tripping. That elusive feeling Mark Twain spoke of…Cameron says it this way in her introduction. “Road tripping is you in a car with an open throttle and an open mind. It’s the ultimate brain douche that clears your head and leaves you feeling fresh. It’s freedom in fast-forward, a movable feast, and a ticket to ride.”
There is a concept lying between the words on this page that I feel in my tissues when Spring Fever hits me. It is an invitation to recreate myself, to break old habits, to escape the trappings of everyday existence. It is a repeating opportunity to stop repeating life and see each moment as fresh and new. It is the challenge of life to be bold and bad and break all the rules. It is a key to fulfillment and lasting happiness for me.Whoa!


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