There’s this lull that happens towards the middle of november. the summer season is long gone, the leaves have dropped and the snow hasn’t started to fall. i wake up and go for coffee and realize that hypnocoffee is closed on tuesdays. i check the purple fiddle schedule and see there’s only two bands this week. it’s friday and i’m in the gallery and i’m aware that at this time of year i might only see two or three people walk through the door.
this happens every year and every year i have this wanderlust knee jerk reaction. i start wondering why i’m feeling so antsy. “should i take a trip? do i need to find somewhere else to live for the winter? i bet it’s so warm down in austin, texas.”
i have to shake that. i have to realize that pacing the room wondering what to do with my day is just squandering free time. i also need to remember that the time i have right now, i was pining for in the middle of july. and i need to realize that if i’m not feeling like there is enough going on…then i need to make something happen.
pick up the book you were meaning to read. have an open mic (hannah lee station just had one). start a collaborative art project. get some friends together for a drawing workshop. hold a movie night. have a pot luck.
the good news about the november lull is that you’re not the only one wondering what to do on tuesday evening, there’s a lot of other people wondering the same thing.
get together. there’s time. use it.