March is known for coming in like a lion, and out like a lamb.
A contradiction of weather with its storms, snow, rain, wind and then subsequently, sunny and balmy days, March is a confused month — unable to settle into one steady pattern until finally, the month is over. It’s like an all-night bender: as the party ends, the wind dies down and everyone goes home for the night.
When I walked outside and felt the balmy breeze of an almost April day and remembered how cold it was the other day, I reminded myself about March’s mercurial ways and fell upon that childhood saying.
And oddly enough, this saying reminded me of me. Almost exactly but:
I entered my marriage a kitten and exited my divorce, a lioness.
I entered my marriage a girl, and exited it a woman.
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Meow No More,
