Hi friends, March always feels like the in-between. Winter hasn’t fully let go, spring hasn’t fully arrived, and everything is a little… muddy. The air starts to soften, the light hangs around a little longer, and you can feel something changing—even if the trees are still bare and the mornings are still cold. I used to think growth was supposed to look obvious. Like you’d wake up one day and feel “better.” Braver. More creative. More put together. But clay has taught me some