To my Fear of March 19th,

You seem to me both

the obstacle and the 

launchpad,

the launchpad for growth yet

the obstacle which demands the carry of 

unrelenting, tireless 

discomfort.

But of course, comfort is the

enemy of progress. I know. So this is how you

must be. And so, 

sick with anxieties and hopeful for advancement

I must be.

Run your course. I will obey.

But for my bravery, 

I will look elsewhere.

Till we meet again on March 19th,

Taylor