Happy November 1st, my friends. What an October it was. As we adjust our rear-view mirrors to get a quick, last look at all the wonderful costumes and harvest decorations, we set our sights forward on the cold days to come. There are only 61 days left in the year 2017. That ain’t a lot. Are you happy with the 304 days behind? Forget for a moment the failed, greedy American administration, we knew that would happen. Forget the self-serving Congress. That won’t change. Set aside the hopes and disappointments of your football team, your baseball team, the economy, the antics of the mother-in-law, and the lament we feel when the sun goes down and the icy chill sets in.
These things we can’t control.
In fact, it seems, there are more factors in our wild and wooly lives we cannot control than those we can. Loss of control is, in fact, one of the great triggers of our anxieties. As if life wasn’t hard enough without anxiety.
And these fears are worse for some than others. For some, control is all there is. I used to call myself a control freak through the earlier stages of my life. I used to tremble when I felt I could not maintain dominion. There are some I know that are like that now, to whom utter control is the only state in which they feel safe. And because utter control is impossible, safe is the last thing they ever feel. They call that a viscous circle. A self-defeating view, to be sure.
But we can let those anxieties go, for now. As the last 8 or 9 weeks of the year wind down we could – we should – focus on what we can control. What we can change. When the year was new we all had hopes and aspirations for what is to come. We all had fears. Some of these goals we’ve realized, some we have not. Some of the things we hoped for depended on others, or on fate, some simply on ourselves.
Go back. Think of the freshness of a wonderful new year. The coming spring. The renewal, inside and out, that we hoped for. The things we wanted to accomplish, for ourselves.
It’s not too late.
The tenth month of 2017 is behind us, in that tiny mirror at the upper center of the windshield. But the windshield is still before us, and the view through it much vaster. Focus ahead. Forge ahead. Make the last days of the year the best ones yet. Be the person you promised you would be. Live the life you said you would. Start now, again. There is still time.
Happy November 1st, my friends. What an October it was. What a year it has been. And what a year it will be, when your best self and my best self face the rest of it together … and another one to come.