She wasn't sure if it was this time of year or that her mind was racing with what had happened in the last year. She could call her friends and her family but she didn't want to. She wanted to be alone. She found herself in her car and overwhelmed with silent tears. Why is it that March is a hard month. Is it because of her wake up call 5 years ago when the glass in her glass house shattered? Or was it that just last year she stepped out of the broken glass house and had to find her way through the sharp edges of what was leftover to a new house without the glass. The last year had gone by so fast and so many things had changed that she still hadn't caught up with reality yet. She was overwhelmed with thoughts of herself. She knew it was selfish but she didn't care. She had cried for family members, broken doors, broken friendships, financial problems, broken lawn mowers and for deaths in the last year. She had forgotten to cry for herself. After a few minutes that seemed like eternity, she looked through teary eyes down the hill where the batting cages sat. Inside the cage, she could see the shape of a 5 year old little boy with the prettiest eyes who showed compassion and love at each glance sent his mother's way. She looked a little to the right on the field and saw a younger version of herself so carefree and alive. The 9 year old was helping a young boy and showing him how to catch fly balls. Both of them so wonderful and so perfect in her eyes. She had taught them to love and be loved. She had taught them not to give up and to get back up and play with all of your heart. She realized at that moment that for the first time in a year she was exhaling. Life continues. The cycle does not end when the glass house is shattered. The broken glass physically cannot hurt us just make us wiser when we are ready for glass around the next house. She had two people who needed her to be strong and continue as she had for the last year.She grabbed a tissue and headed back to the field to cheer those 2 beautiful beings on. She was exhaling and for once in the last year, she was glad she was on her own with these thoughts. Beginnings are scary and endings are sad, its how you handle everything in the middle that counts. She repeated this until she was in front of the little girl with a glove in her hand smiling. She loved the smile she received in return and exhaled again. She wanted to play today....with all of her heart.