I know November is not the favorite month of the majority. We see pharmacies cover their shelves with Christmas decorations and say "I think the year has gone so fast and it's too early to think about Christmas." Each year, we wonder who has time and organizational skills needed to start preparing for Christmas in early November. So it's not because I started thinking about my recipe for turkey stuffing that I am glad that October is over.
Why I say the opposite of Dede Fortin shouting to anyone who would listen: "Out November"?
Because October was a little too intense for my taste. Because I have not had time to breathe during the last 3 weeks. Because November is looming as a month rather quiet side commitments. Not too many things planned yet, just my little normal life. And I need this normality, to rest a little, to get back on my feet.
I think November is undervalued, as I believe that July is over-rated. In July everyone is supposed to be happy. We must enjoy the sun on our terrace: no time to doubt the meaning of our existence. It should drink sangria on a terrace, surrounded by people who tan know how to enjoy life. In general, I do not fall out this challenge and I'm pretty miserable during heat waves in July when he does finally said fine. I have written here, I think.
dint of trying to convince us at once statistics on suicide rates that increase, we come to convince us that November should be gray. And if, instead, in November became the new September (like 30 years is the new 40?). I therefore propose to make a second fall. Start anew, with resolutions novembresques: read more, start yoga, walking outside while it is not less than 40, followed assiduously 30 Rock, do more soups, breathe before the rush of the late session. Time is what I did. And November can be the most beautiful of months, if I decide.
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