November is beautiful

Really, it is. I know it always gets a bad reputation, but I have been really reveling in November this year- the subdued but still multi-hued palette, the melancholy, the way all the remaining flowers have given themselves over to fluffy white stuff. It's a very witchy time of year. I want to cast spells in the woods and make potions out of roots and such things.
Actually, I want to do anything other than what I need to be doing, it seems.
Procrastination, you are not my friend. And yet I can't seem to give you up. Like a bad relationship, I keep telling myself I will let you go, but while my words say no, my actions keep inviting you in.
Any bad habit or unexpelled vice feels all the more frightening to me now as we come nearer to beginning our journey towards parenthood. Trying to find a healthy balance between acceptance and complacency. It is part of my work right now to accept that we are where we are while simultaneously striving to grow and shed the old skin to make room for the new.