Last fall, I dipped my toe back into college and attended a “mini-term” where I got A’s in both classes I took. OK I thought,  maybe I can do this.

Today I got my grades for the 16 hours of classes I took in this, my first full semester on my way to a biology degree.

All A’s.

Y’all?

I KNOW I can do this.

I’ll be damned, that fortune cookie I got the other day was right …

I had a fabulous Spring Break. The 20th came, and then it went. Three years of marking the death of my husband. I didn’t cry, I didn’t have a come-apart or even get a visit from Dr. Lecter. I smiled, I laughed, I laid on the beach and by the pool and ate seafood until I was full and drank so many bushwhackers and bama breezes I got a sugar high. I realized it was time for me, and it was. I bought myself a beautiful bracelet to remind myself that March 20th is no longer a day to be sad, but a day to shine and be my wonderfully goofy, silly, happy self.  I bought myself some lemon, lime and orange trees, and even threw in two Florida avocado trees for good measure. Adding some life and color to this place and hopefully some limes to squeeze in my Coronas while I’m at it !So anyway, on the 20th of this month, I realized that I’m still alive. And I’m planning on living it up. It would be a shame to do anything else, wouldn’t it?