Grief on little padded feet
Grief is a strange acquaintance, like a ne'er-do-well cousin who turns up unexpectedly or a stray cat that wanders in and out at will. There seems no rhyme or reason to when Grief pays a visit, and you can never know how long it will stay.
Just Like Everyone Else
I don't remember how old I was when I realized I was just like everyone else, but it must have been very young. I was a bookish child, and A Little Princess was my favorite book for a long time, but really I'd read anything easier than Jane Austen (I tried, I really did) until I was probably 11. Then I discovered audiobooks and it broke the wall between my brain and harder books (...like Jane Austen).
No-Chill November
November gets a lot of weight put on it besides the impending Thanksgiving feast and Black Friday consume-a-thon. There's the recently-defunct NaNoWriMo, where people were challenged to write 50,000 words in a single month (something I'd often hoped to do but never really had time for). Then there's the weird "No-{blank} November", in which the blank could be filled with many other things like shaving. My former church used No-Shave November to raise money for adoption funds, for instance. So with this theme in mind, I was feeling severely unchill about the state of the world at the beginning of October and picked "No-Chill November" for my personal theme.