There is something about November and late autumn and the impending holidays that cracks me open. I cry because the trees are so beautiful, and I clap because the wind is blowing leaves across the street in a very witchy little way, and I start to squee at the thought of hunkering down in front of the fireplace. I feel so full that I have to crack open a little bit, or I’d burst. Some days, I’m so down, I can’t face the thought of everything to come, and I want to hibernate. But other days, I’m so excited and joy-full at the thought of everything to come, I want to throw my skirt over my head and run around in circles singing, "Christmas is coming, the goose is getting fat" at the top of my lungs. Bipolar much, Allyson? I’m going to blame November.
And I’ve broken my personal music rule: I’m listening to Christmas music, and it’s not past Thanksgiving yet! Go ahead and put me in jail, see if I care. 🙂
I’ve broken the music rule a few times, too. But I’m trying to be strong…
I like this post. It’s full of great imagery and words.