We’ve quickly come to the end of November. How did that happen? It seems like only yesterday it was Halloween, but then suddenly things like Thanksgiving came and went… that’s hardly fair.
October and November are my favorite months of the year and now both are gone. December is next. December tends to drag on and on for the first two weeks, maybe three. And then all of a sudden, right when you’ve gotten into the stride of things and can accept that it is the last month of the year, the last week and a half flies by as if you’d blinked just once. The remainder of December after Christmas is hardly there at all and before you know it… the year is done.
January. New Year. That cruel and beautiful reminder of the passage of time. There’s nothing different about the new year than any other day of the 365, except that the calendar starts over and we change the last digit of the date and begin again. 2016. 2017. Yet somehow it manages to throw us into some sort of manic frenzy to change our lives. Well, some of us, whose lives need changing. Something about that one day of the year unhinges us, makes us sentimental for the present, nostalgic for the past, and desperate for the future. It’s not altogether a bad thing, mind you, but it is a thing.
New Year is both my favorite and least favorite of the holidays. I like the staying up late and celebrating and clinging to the curious yet unexplainable thrill of the moment. But I don’t like the weight of the passage of time. So many mistakes, so much wasted time…
It’s a bit early to be thinking about this – I’ve got a whole month of solitary brooding ahead of me, perhaps I should leave it for then.
I dislike December because Christmas is the hardest holiday when you can’t make heads or tails of your family. I haven’t yet decided if I’m going to join in their holiday festivities, or take a two week trip somewhere by myself just to be alone. I love my family, but I also love my sanity.
I suppose only time will tell once again. Isn’t that how it always is?
We’ve gotten through November quite well. There have been so many lovely blogs to read each day for NaBloPoMo – it certainly is a season of sharing. So here’s to the time we’ve used well, and let’s look forward to doing more of the same.