March is a very important month for me this year. I don't think I've been more excited to see March in all my 20-something years of living.

After a completely horrific winter filled with back-to-back snow storms, tons of ice, funding the neighborhood kid's PlayStation as he continuously knocked on the door every snowfall asking if he could shovel our walkway and one too many slips and falls on the ice (I have too many bruises to count), I was beyond glad when March finally got here.


March means two things.

First, there's daylight saving time.

Honestly, I don't appreciate losing an hour of sleep during daylight saving time. In this modernized world where you can print three-dimensional objects and have Amazon drones deliver your packages, I am not entirely sure the case for daylight saving is applicable or even makes an ounce of sense.

Early practices of daylight saving time were derived as a means to save or conserve energy and keep people from wasting incandescent lighting. I reckon in 2014, most people are not concerned about wasting their incandescent lights, considering that every home renovation on HGTV is filled with beautiful recessed lighting and energy-saving bulbs.

Of the 195 sovereign states (or countries) in the world, America is actually only one of about 80 that still practices daylight savings and make scientist, farmers and my circadian sleep rhythm wish we didn't observe it. Many of the other 100 or so states may not practice it because of their geographical location to the equator, but the point remains the same.

As I took a girl's trip to Washington, D.C., last Friday on my day off, however, I was so appreciative that at 6 p.m. I could still feel the sun's warm rays beaming down on my face. As I walked down U Street headed to one of my favorite restaurants, Busboys & Poets, so I could grab a good book and some amazing food, I kept thinking: This is what life is all about.

March also means the official start of spring. Or so I hope; this fickle weather we've been having lately doesn't seem willing to let me fully enjoy the upcoming spring.

But as I left out of my home Monday morning to start the work week, I noticed a few bulbs of our perennials starting to push through out of the dirt ready to make their appearance for the season.

Winter means bare trees, yellow and dry frost-bitten grass and very little life in general. But spring breathes new life into the area.

The official first day of spring is always an important sign that Mother Nature is finally beginning to shift into a happier time. It means flowers will be blooming, springtime animals will be born and just an awakening of the senses.

Humans don't hibernate like other animals, but the winter time definitely keeps us locked up in our homes, scared to get frostbite or catch pneumonia if we're outside longer than it takes to run from the house to the car.

But in March, with longer days and better weather, I can finally also inhale new breath and emerge from my home to do outside activities. On Saturday, I ran outdoors for the first time in months. It was amazing.

I also can't wait until I can pack a basket and go to the park and partake in my first picnic of the year. March is also a mark for me, and for all of us, to begin evaluating our goals for the year. We're practically a quarter of the way through the year already.