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Moving On

By the time this post publishes we'll have about a month left of fall. Halloween will be over, and Thanksgiving will arrive in two weeks. Mom and Dad's birthdays have passed for another year. Katherine might be still visiting us and attending some friends' wedding, but she'll have to return to Hawaii soon.

This is when my life slows down every year. If I was able to stick to my work schedule, then I turned in the last project of the year yesterday. The rest of 2024 will be spent on planning the projects for 2025 and possibly getting a jump on the first in December. Sadly I won't be participating in that November novel writing month event (I'm not mentioning the organization again, either), which I actually had planned to do. Not that it matters to anyone but me, but a full boycott is the only way I can protest how sketchy and unethical they've become. I have about six and a half weeks before this post publishes; that's how far ahead I am on writing for the blog.

I don't hate the holidays anymore, thanks to two miracles that happened last year. That said, in this stage of life I need to find new traditions and ways to close out fall and welcome winter and all its festivities. I expect my guy and I will be out and about quite a bit more as we love to walk in cooler weather. We've become antique mall and junk shop fans. We also start hiking again this time of year. I hope to see some of my nieces and nephews for the holidays, but if it's just me and my guy that's fine, too.

The seasons roll on, and so must I. Not a bad thing at all.

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