NOVEMBER, DREADED NOVEMBER

November arrives every year like an old friend with a bittersweet presence—a month that carries with it a weight I can’t quite shake off. It’s the time of year when daylight dwindles and the chill in the air cuts through the warmth we’ve grown used to. As the days grow shorter, there’s a quiet sadness that settles in. The holidays seem far away, yet the pressure to prepare for them looms. It’s a month of transition, where the past year feels both distant and immediate, and we find ourselves on the edge of something new, unsure if we’re ready to embrace it or not. But even in this quiet discomfort, there is an invitation to pause and reflect, to notice what November asks of us—both in the world and in our hearts.