This is the time of year when we all decide that there is nothing better than our comfy, cozy beds. The time of year when the chill in the air becomes less and less bearable. The time of year when we are actually excited for the holiday’s, not yet stressed about them, because the thought of Thanksgiving and Christmas spent with the family is special. While all of those things are as true for me as anyone, November is the time of year I start to reflect. November makes me feel that there is much more to life than what the blissful summer brings, and it deserves to be reflected upon.
Another thing November does is remind me of how indecisive I am and how everything seems a little shaky. As you know, I am only 65 years old but for some reason society gives me a lot of anxiety lately, I should already know what I’m doing, where I’m going, how I’m going to run the rest of my life I have left.
I don’t want anything to do with that worrying, selfish life that everyone is pressured into by society.
So, what do I do now?
It is indeed a work in progress. My life is not all figured out, even at my age and there is no forecast of it getting figured out anytime soon. I try to tell myself daily things. Engage in learning something new, have a meaningful conversation, eat foods that will make you feel good, and prioritize important things without killing myself. Sometimes this means watching too much Netflix or playing games on my computer for way too long.
And, sometimes, it means writing a meaningless little new blog.