October: The Most Important Month of My Life

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It’s October 1st.

The 31 days that make up the month of October have a long-and-storied history in the first 49 years of my life, which is surprising since I was born in May and, on paper, that should be the top month in my memory books.

For some reason, it’s October that stands the tallest.

And this October — this 50th October in my life — could very well be the most important.

October always has been a rather prolific month for me when it comes to epic memories and staggering changes in my life. Sometimes the two join forces.

I guess the reason why can be found in the very beginning. After all, my father was born in this month. Without him, there is no me.

I’ve fallen in love in the month of October. More than once.

This very blog is named after an epic two-week long “weekend” that occurred in the month of October, 1985. (In a strange twist, the blog was actually started in February of 2013 with this post, which you can read here).

One year later, October 25, found me dancing as happily as I ever have, only to be left heartbroken in the time it took a ball to dribble up the first base line and go between somebody’s legs.

Yeah, October.

Did I mention I’ve fallen in love during the month of October? More than once, too.

Last October, I made it a goal to post 31 times in the month of October. I failed miserably.

Seven times I sat here to write in this space. When I fail, I fail epically.

Crash and burn, baby.

So here I am back to say I’m going to try to do it again. And, after I hit publish here, I’m one-seventh of the way from matching last year’s total.

While I’m taking a wait-and-see attitude toward actually achieving those 31 posts, there is one thing I know about this specific October — the one that lands in the calendar year 2016.

This is the month where I plan on deciding the rest of my life.

The end-all, be-all goal is simple: Be happy. Period. I can’t remember the last time I was truly happy … at least most of the time.

You see, the last time October threw me a major life twist was nine years ago in 2007. I moved from Maine to Connecticut to accept a job with a company that was such an honor to work for.

Six months ago, that company was swallowed up by a bigger company.

When I woke up this morning, I realized it was October.

I also realized something else.

It’s time.



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