November is closing in on itself. Slowly fading off into the peripheries. This is generally the time of year where you’ll find me hiding out in bed, covers pulled up over my head, begging for spring. But this year I gathered all the information I had on hand and I developed a plan. I’ve gotten up before 6 AM every single day this month and written for thirty minutes, exercised every morning, and made sure I wrote at least 2,000 additional words before going back to bed again. It’s helping. It’s dedication. It’s exactly what I need right now.
The sun is going down earlier and earlier. Coming up later in a sleepy state. Barely making it up over the horizon before collapsing back down again. For the next month it’s going to continue on this path. Darkening in on all of us until we can barely remember what it felt like to stand with bare shoulders in full sunlight. But then it starts to get light again and that’s what we have to remember. In a month the days are going to start getting longer again.
So I’m using the interim to build my own light. To establish the habits and patterns I’ll need when the cold really sets in. When it sinks into our bones and it seems nothing can shake it. I have the kindling to build the kind of fire I’m going to need to get me through this. To get me through anything.
