Hey there, my darling friends!! Happy November!! I’m so sorry that I’m posting this blog post a bit a little later than the usual televised program. It was my fiance’s birthday over the weekend and I have been treating today as a rest day as much as possible since I have been coping with a flare-up today. I hope that this past week was kind to you and that you are having a wonderful start to your new week. Last month, I talked about all of the reasons why I love autumn. Today I’m going to talk about at least some of the reasons why November is my most favorite month out of the year.
My fiancé’s birthday kicks off the marathon of the “holiday season” in our very large family. Then we very quickly have other loved one’s birthdays, my birthday, my parents’ anniversary, and Thanksgiving — and that’s ONLY before the rush of the winter season. The “holiday season” for our family is not over until after my mother’s birthday in April — that’s five months straight of celebrating at least someone and the day that they were born into the world. There is a reason why I gain anywhere between ten to fifteen pounds during those five months — and it’s because I can almost always be talked into celebrating at least something (and gluten-free cake — I really love gluten-free cake).
Where are my fellow November babies at? I know that I am not alone with absolutely loving this month for various reasons. Most of the time, it’s because November is our birthday month. A friend of mine when I was in college went to the trouble of figuring out — and then telling me — that I was very likely the result of love sometime around Valentine’s Day in the year 1989. At first, just like how you can imagine that most kids would react when they are seventeen years old finding out that their parents have an intimate life when they are alone together, I was absolutely disgusted to learn this fun bit of information that my parents had wisely withheld from me. I am no longer a child and I have occasionally reflected on this interesting fact. I think that there is something magical about knowing with complete confidence that you are proof that your parents love each other. Granted, I may have taken on this thought a little too literally. =-D
I can’t begin to tell you how glad I am that I am a Scorpio. I have never really understood why Scorpios get the bad rap that we do. For example, I don’t think that I have an anger management problem. I think that I have fantastic control when I get angry, but that’s because I am usually very direct with the person who I’m actually angry at (instead of being passive-aggressive or taking my anger out on innocent bystanders). I also know that I have some of the same traits that several villains in various stories have. I know that I am very ambitious in anything that I try. I also have a fair amount of pride and I can be calculating. However, none of those things on their own make someone evil. Without having ambition, you would never be able to reach any goals that you may have for yourself (nor would you have a plan for how to reach your goals). Pride is a bit trickier to navigate than ambition. It’s healthy to have a certain amount of pride. For example, you don’t want to be so prideful of yourself to the point of being cocky or self-centered. But it is healthy to have enough self-respect for all of the things that you have been through. On the flip side, it’s not healthy to not give yourself a pat on the back once in a while — it really can help with one’s self-esteem. When I first thought about starting this blog, I had given it a lot of thought. I didn’t know how my family would react to the blog and I was very concerned that they would be upset that I shared some pretty personal stuff for anyone to see. But then I got to talking about it with my best friends (most of these amazing women are the sisters who I had never grown up with) and I trust them so much. When I asked them for their thoughts about my starting this blog, I was very pleasantly surprised to see the amount of support that they showed. We had a blast playing around with different names for this blog before I finally settled on calling it The Modern Celtic Warrior. And they are such an amazing resource for me to turn to whenever I inevitably get writer’s block.
I like to think that all of us on Earth are beings who have been traumatized in some way (i.e.: financial hardships, bullies at school, oppressive relationships, etc). We each have our own story to tell about how we got to be the person who we are today. I have my own story, each of you has your own story, and so forth. I really think that we were all given life so that all of us could figure out how to live and get along together in this crazy and chaotic world. I like to think of each one of us being one perfect piece that is meant to fit a much larger puzzle. I was one of the many children in the Bay Area who had grown up watching Bill Nye “The Science Guy” on television during the ’90s. I have appreciated this man so much for teaching me some of the stuff that I have learned from him over the years (and it wasn’t always science-related) and I also have had a deep appreciation that he loves all things science as much as he does. He said something that I really appreciated hearing from him back a few years ago: “You and I are made of stardust. We are the stuff of exploded stars. We are therefore 1 way the Universe knows itself. That, to me, is astonishing.” I really like this analogy, but I have probably taken this thought a step further. If we are all stars, in our own rights, why don’t we all work together to make a much better world to surround us?
In case you don’t know what a Scorpio’s traits are, usually, they are described to be pretty negative. Scorpios are usually seen as incredibly passionate people who are strong-minded and extremely vocal. Yes, while I can say that all of those traits are true in my case, I do think that is something to be proud of. No matter some of the horrible things that I have endured, I do try to remind myself to be respectful of people like Ouma. I’m not saying that things that she did were right, nor did she always have all of the information about various situations, but I will always say and stand by the fact that I truly think that she had much bigger problems to face at that time to the point that I am sometimes in awe when I listen to my own mum or my aunt’s talk about their mother (the same woman who is my Ouma). I truly don’t know if I could have dealt with the same exact situations as well as she had to deal with them. And the best way that I can give her the respect that she deserves is to check myself at the door from time to time and occasionally give a nod to her.
I really love the above picture, especially because I feel like it fits how I view myself. This is where I am going to end this blog post for tonight. Thank you so much for being so patient with me on this difficult Monday!! Also thank you so much for each of you taking the time to read my blog. I am grateful for each one of you and I don’t know what I would do without your support! I really enjoy hearing from you all! Please feel free to let me know down in the comments section below if you or anyone you know or admire are November babies (all of us November babies have to stick together!). Or if you don’t want to share personal information, please feel free to share one of the reasons why you love November. I hope that you will have a great week!! Stay safe out there! Until next week, my friends! :-) ❤
