As I predicted, something had to give and it was NaNoWriMo.  Sigh… it’s still a great idea and I really want to finish this book, but it’s not going to happen in November.  Too much on my plate this month, most of it self-inflicted.  I’m annoyed with myself for not completing this challenge, it’s not like me to start something and not finish it.  At least, not something I want to do.  I think I may take two weeks in January and finish the book, just to have it completed.  I’ll call it KriNoWriMo.  I still want one of those nifty NaNoWriMo T-shirts, though.

Meanwhile, the to-do list keeps growing as November slips away.  Some of it simply won’t get done and that’s a fact I need to accept.  I really don’t know why I put so much pressure on myself at this time of the year.  It’s not like anyone else is going to notice if my cabinets are organized or be impressed that I’ve baked every cookie from scratch.  I mean, really, who cares?  The answer to that, of course, is: I care.  I care about the details and the traditions and, yes, the rituals.  I care about making people happy and cooking good food and decorating and card writing and thoughtful gift buying.  I care because it matters and it’s important, regardless of how much I complain.  And, believe me, I will complain.

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