Since I was a child, December has always seemed like a month filled with infinite possibilities, a month where miracles, both large and small, are more likely to occur than say, in February. The holiday season is a time when we all seem to be more tuned in to ourselves and others and thus more open to the unexpected opportunities that knock at our door. I’ve found that, in December, I’m more likely to try new things as well as to embrace my old familiar traditions because, in the last month of the year, there is somehow always room for both the old and the new. I also believe in what I call “Christmas Miracles” and, during the thirty-one days of the month, I eagerly wait for the one or two totally unforeseen and astonishing things to happen that will renew my sense of hope and my belief in the fundamental goodness of human beings.
My December didn’t begin on an optimistic note, however. Yesterday the flooring guys showed up (despite the fact that we had never scheduled them!) so instead of my normal, quiet, “ease into the work week” Monday, I had a house filled with scraping noises, chemical smells, and unbearable heat (which apparently the tiles require to set properly). We were up until almost midnight emptying out the rest of the basement so they could finish up today and woke up already cranky. Determined to turn the day around, I decided to break out of my routine and see what happened. Loading up my trusty backpack with writing supplies, I walked down to Gimme! Coffee. There I ran into a fellow writer who I’ve been trying to set up a time to have coffee with for a while and we promptly agreed on a date and time. Now I have something to look forward to in two weeks! Then, when I sat down with my coffee there was a business card on my table. Rather than simply tossing it in the trash, I looked at it and saw it was for a taxidermist. Interestingly enough, ever since reading John Irving’s Hotel New Hampshire (remember Sorrow the dog?), I’ve always wanted to write an article about how and why a person would choose to stuff previously living creatures. So I pocketed the card for future reference! Then I picked up my pen and began to write. And write and write…I’d forgotten something about myself, I work better on nonfiction, paid work at home in my office and my fiction pieces tend to flow more when I’m out in public. But, for whatever reason, this whole year it’s been really hard to leave my house to write in a new setting. It felt great to be writing for fun again and, as I walked back home, I made a promise to myself that December will be the month I write creatively every single day. After all, who knows what words might come out during this month of unexpected joys and connections? I guess we’ll just have to wait and see!