November Noosh

Ah, November - the final month of fall,

I'm falling into your arms and placing my faith in you to catch me before I hit the ground.

As I have said before,

the dead of winter is always the hardest for me.

I already feel myself slipping into a lower vibration.

Please, please, help me stop this downward trend towards the holidays, which makes me feel already like Santa isn't coming.

What I'm trying to say is, I need you, November, need you.

You and I have been through a lot.

When we first met,

you didn't know me very well and you thought everything I did at best was laughable.

But then we went on that trip to Puerto Rico -- the two of us -- and it changed everything.

I knew then that you could be my month.

And you were -- for quite some time.

Then your rainy glumness began to show, and I thought I'd have to break up with you — but now things seem to be changing.

The other day, you surprised me by turning it around and being my ray of sunshine again!

Remember?

So, I forgave you for your previous, unpleasant attitude.

Please, don't do it again.

I'll let you slide this time because we both know that the winter is coming and it's going to be your job to help me get ready.

For real, November, don't give up on me like some of the others. They will not be named.

Let's think about the things we can do this month to make it better.

You go first.