Pancakes, pearls, and elephants. My birthday summed up in three words. Three words that filled me with more hope than imaginable. My 33rd birthday revived me after a tough month. I spent time with my mom. We painted and juiced together. We ate chocolate after juicing. My husband bought us tickets to the circus. I spied elephants, glitter, and a flying trapeze. I felt like a kid again. He placed a dainty string of pearls around my neck. I felt like a lady again. We ate pancakes. Lots of them. And bacon. March was filled with change and way too much of it. I lost a job I never really wanted. I’m nearing the end of a very long journey with school. I’m venturing out on my own without the chains of a conventional job weighing me down. For the first time in a long time, I feel free. Although I have been quiet, it is not dispassion. I simply feel IT in my bones, this deep desire to be reflective and make a poignant step in the right direction. I’m ready to dive deep in to limi...