Calm Before the Storm

I'm craving the beach today. We're in the quiet lull of November which, for me, is traditionally one of my toughest months. 

Don't get me wrong, I have plenty to look forward to. From now until January my weekends are entirely booked; I'm jam packed with family, parties, food, and plenty of libations from Thanksgiving to my birthday, holiday parties and Christmas, and of course, NYE.

Still, I feel like I'm stuck in the middle; it's not pretty fall time - the weather is frigid but there's no snow, and it's not really winter. Clearly, I'm a girl who has zero appreciation for the season aside from a pretty dusting of white. 

So as Thanksgiving approaches, I'm trying to step back and be grateful for the lovely people I'll be celebrating these holidays with, the delicious food I'll be consuming (and even the extra lbs), and of course the alcohol-laden merriment we'll be drumming up...

In an attempt make sure I don't feel like this:

The holidays can be overwhelming, but I'm making it a point this year to stay afloat and enjoy them, not drown myself in stress about finding the perfect gift, who can't make it to my birthday party, and (inevitably) burning my Thanksgiving pumpkin pie. In the end, we'll all float on.