October

It has been a long month. July, August and even September all sped by at the usual pace. October spread itself so wide and far across the horizon that to see the edges I must hold my hand over my eyes to sheild the glare of the sun and inevitably the rain. This is a good thing, you say. Slow time, your life feels longer, you can accomplish more. I really don’t think it works that way and if it does then, speed my life up if the months ahead are going to be like October. Change is hard and if you ask me the word October is derived from the Latin word “octobastis” meaning change. Or maybe it’s Greek. On November 1st, I will be a new person. One who has challenged patience, boredom, failure, uncertainty, pain and happiness and in some instances even held my own. My skin will glow from accomplishment, or is that from getting too close to the fire? My muscles will be stronger. I will be able to survive pretty much anything. The wise know that if you are able to get through October unscathed, you are set for the next year. Only seven days left. My son is marking off the days to Halloween, the Day of the Dead. Me? I’m just hoping that I won’t be one of the ones he’s celebrating.