November is typically my most favorite and most transitional month. Just historically speaking, it seems to have turned out that way.
Mostly, it's just my favorite month. I love the feel of the crisp Fall air sweeping up against the back of my neck... creating just enough of a shiver for me to pull the collar of my jacket tight. I get to wear long sweeping scarves again and cozy Winter hats. It's the time of year I tend to re-focus. Somehow I re-settle within my skin and remember who I truly am. I let the truths about myself fly a little more freely. And I tend to demand more of myself.
For many years, November has been the month I've fallen in love.
And out of love.
So far, this November offers me a lot of love and joy in my life.
But today is undefined. And so is tomorrow. I'm creating a new November for myself.
I'm uncertain what my heart will teach itself or what my soul will whisper to my life's purpose. But I can feel that once again, beautiful things are in the making.