Posts made in November, 2013

November is pretty great.

Posted by on Nov 22, 2013 in Life in Writing | 0 comments

I spent most of my life resenting the very existence of November, until recently. In high school, November is The Month Before Christmas (also known as Not Christmas Yet or What do you Mean we Still Have Two Months Left Before the Holidays? month). In university, November is Final Papers Month (which becomes even worse if you’re an English major). In the wonderful world of retail, November is Ah Crap it’s Already Christmas and we Have Lineups a Mile Long month, also known as There’s Still Two Months of This Before we See a Holiday month. Somewhere between Final Papers Month and Ah Crap Month, something in me changed. I discovered NaNoWriMo while still in university and, despite all the final papers I had to write and the reading I skipped did, found it to be an exciting and worthwhile exercise. I’m sadly not participating this year because I barely have the time to squeeze this blog post in, but the awesomeness of NaNoWriMo will be mine once more next year. There’s something inherently quiet about November. If you spend any amount of time in the woods or in nature in general, you may notice a certain kind of peace. Though I love the warmth that summer and spring will offer every year, I’ve grown accustomed to the chill air of autumn, the early snows and the gentle frost that sits on the grass. The mornings that are quiet and dark seem to be the only source of peace. When you wake up, it’s still dark. I like that. When it’s that dark in the morning, it seems like no one can approach me. November mornings give me an impenetrable barrier of solitude. No one needs me for anything and I don’t have to do anything. I can relax. A hot cup of coffee tastes best on a chilly November morning, when I’m not chilled to the bone but just cold enough to experience the pleasant contrast in temperatures. The slow cooker comes out and hot soup is just a sleep away as it cooks overnight. Waking up to a golden sun, beaming over the ice-kissed lawn looks like something out of a fairytale. There’s also Movember. Though I can’t condone moustaches on anyone under 45 (I’m sorry, I just can’t), it’s a fantastic cause. And, you know, some participate in full-out No-Shave November, which simply means a greater abundance of beards. That, I can totally get behind. Now, if only I could feel this way about January, February and March, I’d be all set. For now, at least I can enjoy the tranquility that November...

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