The last few days have been so busy, I almost forgot that today was a new month, and the start of NaBloPoMo. How could it be November again already? Wasn’t it just November a few short months ago, when I was in the swing of blogging every day? Remember when I had that crazy idea that I could keep that momentum up because everyone says, “When you do something for 30 days it becomes a habit.”
Here we are again. And I’m happy to have at least written this much on the first day.
If I think about it, November is actually a brilliant time to start a project like this because, truthfully, I tend to feel pretty hopeless on the first day of November. I can no longer fool myself that it’s late summer, or even balmy autumn. Let’s face it, we’re on the brink of winter. I got my snow tires put on my car last week. The clocks changed this week. Evening falls much too early now. And we have nearly two months to go before we get to start adding minutes to our daylight tally.
I can use a goal like NaBloPoMo to keep me from climbing into bed every night as soon the dinner dishes are cleared from the table.
This evening, Michael told me that, since the months go by so quickly, maybe we should just think of November as the gateway to spring. It’ll take a bit to convince me of that, and my cozy bed sure sounds tempting, but here I am, writing this, and thinking ahead to all the other things I want to write about. Maybe more than 30 days’ worth. Maybe it’ll be spring before I know it.