My November was gobbled up by sickness. Someone in my house has been coughing, throwing up or congested this entire month. I spent Thanksgiving shuffling around in crocs and sweatpants at home by myself because I didn’t want to risk spreading whatever infection had taken up residence in my body to my husband’s fragile grandparents. Having a silent, empty house to myself on a major holiday sounds sad, but I (not so secretly) enjoyed it.
Can you believe 2023 only has one month left before it’s over? I confess to dreading this time of year when everyone flocks to social media to wrap up their year in tidy little boxes to put on display. My years have never fit in boxes. They spill out over the edges. They defy confinement. They topple up, one stacked on the other, Dr. Suess style, with labels like, ‘hard, unanswered questions’ or ‘beautiful, boring moments' or ‘what the heck was that?’.