Personally, I'm a fan of October. On October the First, I can start using my impending birthday as an excuse to either do or not do stuff. Clean out the car? What? It's my birthday month. Grocery shopping, dinner making, toilet cleaning? What? Not in October. New jeans? It's my birthday month. That's cute & it's my birthday month. Out to lunch? Out to dinner? Cheesecake for no reason? Did I mention new clothes? I'll say 'yes' because well.... it's my birthday month.
We can start wearing jeans, sweaters and boots in October. Leaves change. Breezes blow. It might rain a little. Little gremlins start trying to decide what to be for Halloween. Bigger gremlins start planning, too. Homecoming. Football. Soccer. If we are lucky, we see less clothing in neon and pastel and more clothing in navy, black, green and brown.
Other people that are awesome were born in October. John Lennon. Sting. Gandhi. e.e. cummings. John Adams. John Keats. Eleanor Roosevelt. Nate Baker. Quincy.
What's not to love about October?
Here's what I have heard about October from the teens. Repeatedly. OCTOBER IS THE LONGEST MONTH OF SCHOOL. No breaks. Not even Columbus Day anymore. Just as the reality of the school year sinks in, October hits. Sometimes I feel sorry for them. And as the text tattling and complaining flies, I feel a little sorry for myself.
It's cool, though. I can justify buying a new sweater when I feel sorry for myself in October. Because...well.... it's my birthday.
