Dreading the end of March

While chasing a news story today, I noticed the date as March 23. As I double-checked it on my watch, my coursemate remarked: "What? It's already March 23? What have I been doing with my life man."

Yes, what indeed. A remark that was made entirely in jest, rang silent alarm bells in my head.

God knows I've been dreading March to be over, not only because my reporting course will end and it's back to work for me, but also because the end of March signifies a six-month countdown to September.

And it's not because I'm turning 30. In fact, approaching that Big Three has become a minuscule issue, knowing what's coming my way. Some say it's too early to fret, but many know I've buried it with work, distraction and avoidance.

But I'm constantly reminded, in one way or another. One day over lunch, a colleague asked out of concern. She ended up being dismissed with just a "no". Conversation stopped there (if there ever was one). I don't like to talk about it.

I know, as well as all of you do too, that this will not be the last time I post an entry of such a nature.

Who would have thought...six years, two years, one...

I was told not to countdown, but somehow, there's nothing else to look forward to. True, I've been happy; happier than ever. But it doesn't mean it won't lessen as time passes.

To put it in perspective, I've overcome plenty in my life. This should rightfully be nothing.