november is here.
the leaves reminding me that there must be death in order to bring growth & new life.
dismal days are ahead; the sun hiding away from the world, rays becoming wallflowers against the snow and the dirt and those dead leaves lying like a crunchy quilt on the barely-there-grass.
senior year has not been glamorous, and while others are sentimental of friendship and memories, I cling to my best friend-turned husband and am sentimental for the places I have yet to visit, the people I yearn to meet, and the street food I can’t wait to consume.
november is just another month.
it is a countdown to a turkey dinner, stuffing filled with raisins that I will pick out because raisins do not belong in stuffing, and long lines of people waiting at 2 a.m. to buy more things that will eventually end up in attics, garage sales, and the shelves of Goodwill.
it is a month filled with thankfulness that we have saved from January to October.
it is a prologue to snow days, a celebration of a baby named Jesus, loud family gatherings, and unrealistic resolutions.
but then I go to sleep, and I wake up, and I realize that it is just another month if I choose not to cherish each moment.
it is a month where I can choose to be bitter and question motives behind facebook statuses, or instead join in on the thankfulness train.
I can hate the cold, or be happy that I can eat soup every day and wear my oversized Christmas tree sweater unhindered.
and even though I have had little time to write, to create, to think, or to even breathe … I am thankful for another november.
I hope you are too.