For as long as I can remember I’ve harbored a hatred for November. As the fun of Halloween drifts away and the days get colder, darker and above all else rainier I feel myself becoming less and less enthused about getting out of bed each morning. The coziness of a warm duvet and snuggly pillows becomes that much more appealing on November 1st, I swear!
As someone who hates the darkness (the sun seriously disappears in Seattle from November to March) and the cold and especially the cold, dark, rain…I’ve found myself dreading November each year. It’s an awful wintery month with no trace of Halloween or Christmas, no pretty leaves on the trees and only the yearning for turkey to ease us through the pain. As a longtime vegetarian a turkey craving does little for my morale, so my distaste for November appears terminal. Am I destined to dread Novembers for the rest of my days?
After spending last November bedridden with the plague (literally coughing up blood) eating only tangerines for a solid three weeks I decided I want to redefine November for myself. You know how there have been waves of women trying to reclaim the word “c**t” (sorry but I still think its a gross word), well that’s what I want to do with November. Reclaim it! Redefine it! Maybe learn to associate November with something other than chapped lips, dark dreary evenings and bouts of coughing so persistent that you throw up a little (excuse me for my lack of princess behavior today, November has me feeling very improper). And somehow I’ve just compared November to the C-word so we are already off to a great start this morning right?
While I’m not necessarily into the whole 30 days of Thankful that seems to be sweeping across social media platforms I do want to focus on the positive. I want to stop panicking that I will wake up one morning suddenly deadly ill and unable to move (please explain to my mind that just because I was horribly ill last year does not mean I will be horribly ill this year). I want to stop dreading Thanksgiving because it really can be a lovely holiday if you don’t turn into an emotional train wreck every time your family criticizes the way you play Hearts or refuses to dress up as pilgrims for Thanksgiving dinner. Above all else I want to enjoy every day in November, particularly the next two and a half weeks because that’s all the time left I have in Nova Scotia and even though I miss Seattle more than I ever thought it was possible to miss a place, I’m not sure I’m all the way ready to let go of my cozy life in the Canadian wilderness yet either .
All over the internet I’ve witnessed proclamations of love for this season (the time between Halloween and Christmas) and I’m trying, desperately trying, to just get it. Please help me understand…what is there to love about this cold, dark, damp month (and please don’t say turkey because we all know how I feel about that)? Help banish my mid season misery!
Things I hope to accomplish in November (in an attempt to make the month seem a little bit less like the calendar equivalent of sewer water):
1. Participate in NaNoWriMo, and you know write a book (even if it’s a really really bad book).
2. Send out cards to people I am thankful for telling them why I’m thankful.
3. Don’t under any circumstances cry on Thanksgiving, unless they’re happy tears. Happy tears are allowed.
4. Read a new book. Any suggestions?
5. Spend my first day back in Seattle (November 30th) with Nicole because a girl can only go without her best friend for so long.
Do you have any suggestions to make November suck less? Do you have happy little November traditions I should incorporate into my life? I appreciate any and all ideas!