November

It’s November.

It’s cold, dark, and wet.

S.A.D. makes its way around again.

Shorter days and longer nights

But this year is different.

I used to loathe having to get up

Early in the morning for work

When it was still dark out

Forcing myself to get out 

Of a perfectly comfortable

Warm bed

To go catch the bus

And make it to work on time.

But this year is different.

I used to have a job to go to.

I used to feel some purpose.

I used to also wish 

That I could just stay home.

But this year is different.

Now I don’t know what I’m doing

With my life these days.

And now it is November.

It’s cold, dark and wet.

S.A.D. is making itself known again

So what do I do?

Still live day to day.

Still find things to do.

Which bring joy.

Arts and crafts

Making pretty things

Sparkly things.

Putting up holiday lights.

Lighting candles

Eating oranges…

And within all the darkness,

Still counting my blessings

And still seeking the light

Within all that may seem dark for now.