Something About the Light in March
"The restlessness isn't the problem. It's not a sign that something is broken or that you need fixing. It's information."
The first time I opened my bedroom window this week, I didn't have any particular plan. It was a Tuesday afternoon and the flat was feeling stale. I just wanted some air.
But the light that came in — I wasn't ready for it. It wasn't the flat, grey light of February. It wasn't April's full-throated brightness either. It was something in between. Slanted and soft, almost uncertain of itself. And something in me responded to it before my brain had time to ask why.
That's always how March gets me.
Within about forty-eight hours of that window moment, I had reorganized the bookshelf, started a new note in my phone titled "things to change," watched three YouTube videos on morning routines, and mentally committed to something I was calling "a seasonal reset" — a thing I'd invented on the spot and had absolutely no plan for. All because the light changed angle.
If you've never felt this particular variety of seasonal restlessness, I genuinely want to know your secret. Because for me, the shift between winter and spring is less like a gentle transition and more like standing in the hallway between two rooms, one hand still on the doorframe, wondering if you're supposed to be doing something.
The urge to convert restlessness into productivity
The thing I used to do with this feeling — the thing I suspect a lot of us do — is immediately try to convert it into productivity. Give the restlessness somewhere to go. A reset list. A habit overhaul. A quiet promise to yourself that you'll be a better, more organized version of you before April shows up.
A few years back I had a particularly motivated March where I deep-cleaned every drawer in the house, bought a new planner, and announced to no one in particular that this was the year I was going to be organized. I was very pleased with myself for approximately five days. Then the novelty wore off and I was just a person with tidy drawers and a planner I'd stopped filling in, feeling vaguely silly for having believed, once again, that the right system would make me a different person.
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The restlessness was still there. I'd just buried it under optimism and sticky tabs.
What if it doesn't need to become a project?
Here's what I think now, though. The restlessness isn't the problem. It's not a sign that something is broken or that you need fixing. It's information. Your body is registering a shift in the world — longer light, warmer air, that particular quality of a March afternoon — and it's responding. That's not dysfunction. That's just being alive and paying attention.
The trouble starts when we demand the feeling be useful. When we insist it justify itself with a twelve-item action plan.
This year I'm trying to just let March be March. Open the window. Notice the light. Let the restlessness move through without immediately turning it into a to-do list or a self-improvement agenda. I reorganized one shelf — not five. I wrote down two things I wanted to do differently — not twenty. Just enough to feel like I'd met the season halfway, without making it a whole thing.
There's something quietly powerful about choosing to witness a change rather than immediately trying to manage it. To let the world turn toward spring and just feel that, for a minute, before deciding what it means.
The window is still open as I write this. The light has moved, the way it always does this time of year — a little warmer, a little longer each day. And I'm sitting with the restlessness instead of outrunning it.
It turns out the season doesn't need my reorganization plan. It's doing just fine on its own.
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Does March make you want to start over, or are you someone who rolls into spring with more ease? I'd love to know I'm not alone in this one.
Warmly, Evelyn
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