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November always seems to arrive with a certain kind of sadness. I suppose this is what happens when a year begins to draw its curtains and we find ourselves once again approaching the end of something. We start counting the things that happened, the things that didn't, and all the little moments in between. The plans we made, the places we imagined ourselves going, the people we thought would still be around. And those little promises we made to ourselves at the beginning of the year, when twelve months seemed like such a generous amount of time. Some things happened exactly as we hoped. Others took a different turn. Some never happened at all. Along the way, we changed our minds, changed our plans, lost a few things, found a few others, and learned to live with the circumstances that came with them. I wonder if everyone feels this way towards the end of a year. A little nostalgic for what has passed, a little disappointed about what could have been, and perhaps a little surprised by the person they have become. I don't think we always give ourselves enough time to feel these things. We are so accustomed to moving on to the next thing that we rarely stop to consider everything we have left behind. So perhaps November is a good time to do just that. To remember without rushing ourselves. To miss a few things without feeling the need to get them back. To accept that some stories ended differently from how we had imagined. And perhaps to leave a little room for the things that have yet to find their way to us. P/S: To the November babies, happy birthday. I hope this new year of your lives finds you a little kinder to yourselves, and brings you things you didn't even know you were waiting for. Mila B. 1st November 2026


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