I have a friend Michael and he just loves May. It turns from April 30th to May 1st and he's all smiles. I loathe all those Spring/Summer months, they trudge on forever but he's thrilled. It's because May is his power month, nothing bad happens to him at all that month. That's how October is for me. I mean, I wouldn't want to push it, but I think if I somehow fell off a building, events would unfold and I'd be okay. I realize that sounds slightly psychotic but seriously, in October I could fly. I feel better, the stars align, just goodness and light all around. My husband, thinks it's because it's so close to Halloween. This was us in the car:
"I feel like I'm forgetting something," I said, sitting there, wondering what it could be.
"Hat?" He offered brightly. "Broomstick?"
Yeah. He's a frickin' riot.
So obviously he thinks it's my power month because his wife is a witch and not the cool Wiccan kind but replace the "w" with a "b" kind. Whatever. The point is, I love October and now, 4 days into the bleh of November, I already miss it. Of course November has Thanksgiving, my favorite holiday, but still, I miss the month where I just know in the depths of my soul that every little thing will be all right. Who else has got a power month?