It feels strange that it’s November already.
Not even a month ago, I finally handed in my last deadline for my course.
This time last year, I was partway through my first deadline for my course.
I feel like we must have missed a month or few somewhere. I’m not sure what happened to July. Or March. I’m not sure that March really happened. I don’t remember much from it, that’s for sure. The same with September. September just completely disappeared this year.
But they must have happened, as the calendar on my computer tells me that today is the 7th of November.
They must have happened, as we’ve had Hallowe’en.
They must have happened, as my course has finished, as Nanowrimo has started, as my older sister has added another full year of life to her collection. It’ll be Christmas before we know it, then the start of 2019.
Isn’t that a strange thought? It’s almost the start of the new year already.
This November feels a bit weird.
The last time I had a November without being in education was when I was three. I don’t really remember that far back, and I didn’t have the same options then as I do now, so it’s a new experience for me. I have a November during which I don’t have any coursework to do. I don’t have a timetable to stick to, and I don’t have school or uni events planned that I need to attend. I don’t really have much of anything planned, at all.
I’m used to being busy in November. I’m used to having a lot on all the time, be it work or ensembles or just life.
So far, since my deadline, I’ve slept a lot, and not done much else.
It’s really strange.
It’s making this November feel like it’s just a crossover month between the end of my course and the Christmas period. It feels like Christmas will be the next big event happening in my life, and I’m just waiting for it now, even though it’s not.
This Sunday, the 11th, is Remembrance Day here in the UK, an important day in its own right. And this year marks one hundred years since the end of the first world war, so it’s even more important than it has been in previous years.
In two weeks time, I’ve got a sport tournament. No matter how it turns out, it’ll be a big event. The outcomes of the matches we play will determine whether my team will play at the national tournament or not, so it’s my biggest weekend of this November.
And then in three weeks, Nanowrimo ends, and I’ll once again have attempted to write a novel.
So even though it may feel like it right now, this November is not just a filler month.
December, Christmas, and the new year will just have to wait.
little thoughts from a little thinker... 