On the morning of the first day of every month, I sit down with a mug of coffee and sketch out the coming weeks. Holidays, birthdays, vacations, work travel…they all get penciled in so that I can look forward to them or prepare. This week I flipped the page of my beloved 2012 calendar (my mom makes one every year with pictures of family on every page) and realized that March is a blank slate. March 2012. I have nothing planned. Not a thing.