In stunning contrast...
Oct. 1st, 2006 10:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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serendipityxxi's joy over the season (not to mention just about everyone else I know - I hate October. Ok, hate isn't actually the right word.
I dread October.
I love Halloween, and Homecoming, and fall, and leaves and apple-y goodness in baked goods and cider. I love the change of the seasons and the chill in the air and getting to listen to the Pretenders' "Viva El Amor", Tori's "To Venus and Back", the soundtrack from "Once More with Feeling", and Loreena McKennit's "The Visit". (Yes, I have CDs/music that I will only listen to during certain parts of the year. It's a quirk.)
I love new seasons and new shows and new books. I love going back to school (even if I'm not in school anymore - show me the back to school section at walmart and it makes my heart happy) and all those fall things.
But I dread October.
There's this whole Kore/Persephone descent into the Underworld from the Overworld thing going on. But the way it manifests is that I get wound tighter, and tighter, and tighter, and tighter... stressed and strained and manic - until finally I implode, or explode (though normally the former) or fall apart and finally have a good cathartic cry (or several). Then I get better.
Over the years I've discovered that this is a. not a time to change medications (especially in regards to my anxiety disorder), take on high-pressure projects, or additional responsibilities. My resources are at their lowest and I need to turn in, hide, hibernate, go away. Something. If I'm going to have a nervous break down (and oh, say, quit my job - see last year) it's going to happen in October.
Last night I had the beginnings of a sore throat when I went to bed. I woke up this morning with sinus-y stuff, the sniffles, lightheaded, tired, and now I'm running a fever of 100 degrees. I the honorary Sebacean, have been wearing a sweatshirt over a long-sleeved shirt all day (even while working at a hot stove over a soup pot) and haven't been too warm. ::shivers::
I don't have the days to take off work anymore. So I have to go sick.
::headdesk::
It's October.
</end self-pity rant>
serendipityxxi's joy over the season (not to mention just about everyone else I know - I hate October. Ok, hate isn't actually the right word. I dread October.
I love Halloween, and Homecoming, and fall, and leaves and apple-y goodness in baked goods and cider. I love the change of the seasons and the chill in the air and getting to listen to the Pretenders' "Viva El Amor", Tori's "To Venus and Back", the soundtrack from "Once More with Feeling", and Loreena McKennit's "The Visit". (Yes, I have CDs/music that I will only listen to during certain parts of the year. It's a quirk.)
I love new seasons and new shows and new books. I love going back to school (even if I'm not in school anymore - show me the back to school section at walmart and it makes my heart happy) and all those fall things.
But I dread October.
There's this whole Kore/Persephone descent into the Underworld from the Overworld thing going on. But the way it manifests is that I get wound tighter, and tighter, and tighter, and tighter... stressed and strained and manic - until finally I implode, or explode (though normally the former) or fall apart and finally have a good cathartic cry (or several). Then I get better.
Over the years I've discovered that this is a. not a time to change medications (especially in regards to my anxiety disorder), take on high-pressure projects, or additional responsibilities. My resources are at their lowest and I need to turn in, hide, hibernate, go away. Something. If I'm going to have a nervous break down (and oh, say, quit my job - see last year) it's going to happen in October.
Last night I had the beginnings of a sore throat when I went to bed. I woke up this morning with sinus-y stuff, the sniffles, lightheaded, tired, and now I'm running a fever of 100 degrees. I the honorary Sebacean, have been wearing a sweatshirt over a long-sleeved shirt all day (even while working at a hot stove over a soup pot) and haven't been too warm. ::shivers::
I don't have the days to take off work anymore. So I have to go sick.
::headdesk::
It's October.
</end self-pity rant>
