My cyber friend, Carol Garvin, posed these questions on her blog today.
What does the end of October mean to you?
Are you a seasonal optimist, or one of the gloom-and-doom types?
I started to leave a comment, but it got way too long for a comment.
At this time of year, I think of the sister who died in October two years before I was born in June. I’ve missed her all my life and felt a little cheated. October is also the month in which I lost three grandchildren.
November and December have always been stressed with too much to do, too little time, too little money and too many expectations, as well as a host of external stressors: places you are expected to be on someone else’s schedule and whim.
Fall and winter are the best excuse I know to hibernate with a good book(s), a cup of hot cocoa or spiced cider, and a warm blanket. You can wake me in mid- to late-February. I’ll almost be real people again by then.
I wouldn’t call myself a gloom-and-doom type. I’m more of a trudge-through-and-this-too-shall-pass type. Sometimes just getting through is a victory.