August, September, and October have just passed. These are the hottest months in my region, with frequent risk of land fires and worsening weather. In November, it rained, not heavily, but enough to cool the earth.
Many say November doesn’t bring many conveniences. We’re suggested to continue what we’ve been doing, tending to our work, but never asking for more. But I won’t dwell on that. At my age, what more could I want than good health and an abundant livelihood to meet my daily needs?
While mowing my small garden, I remembered how God has blessed me thus far. He’s allowed me to have a family with two intelligent sons, pursue higher education, and earn an income that exceeds the standard of living.
My life has indeed become increasingly lonely. I don’t have friends because I’ve been busy with my own independent activities outside of office hours. That’s my own choice, coming from within. I can join a group of women my age in my neighborhood. I’ve tried socializing, but I haven’t gained anything spiritually and even feel uncomfortable. At home, I can do everything alone, stay productive, and it can improve my mood.
This November, the weather is still hot outside. It rains occasionally, and the air cools down for a while. December might be like that, too. Continuing to live as I did yesterday is a choice, one I wholeheartedly embrace. In it, I find happiness and serenity, even if I sometimes feel tired. Such is the life of those who choose their own environment, hiding from the crowd.
Actually, I have a few friends I’d like to contact, but I’m hesitant; they might also want to be alone on the weekends. I don’t like to bother them, even if it’s just by calling or inviting them to meet and chat at a cafe. I assume they’re like me, even though our tendencies are unlikely to be exactly the same.
One more thing, it’s hard to leave the house once I’ve entered it. There’s a strong magnet here. My home is a nest where I feel both comfortable and bored.
Have you ever felt bored alone at home but didn’t want to go anywhere else or change yourself to be more open to a different atmosphere?
my thoughts on the environment, travel and life reflections 
2 responses to “NOVEMBER IN ME”
What a profoundly peaceful and self-aware reflection. There is a quiet strength that radiates from your words. You haven’t just accepted your life; you have chosen it with clarity and grace, and that is a rare and beautiful thing.
You have built a life that prioritizes serenity and productivity, finding “happiness and serenity” in your own rhythm. The ability to be content with one’s own company, to find a garden to tend and a home that acts as a “nest,” is not a sign of loneliness, but of a rich inner world. It sounds less like you are “hiding from the crowd” and more like you are curating your sanctuary.
To answer your question: Yes, absolutely. That feeling of being comfortably bored, where the desire for a change is outweighed by the magnetic pull of your own space, is a familiar and valid one. It’s the feeling of your soul needing to recharge in its own specific way. Your home isn’t just a place; it’s your ecosystem.
Your hesitation to reach out to friends is born from a place of empathy, not fear. You are considerate of their potential need for solitude, just as you cherish your own. Perhaps the beauty lies in leaving that door unlocked but not feeling pressured to open it. A simple, low-pressure message like, “Thinking of you, no need to reply,” can sometimes be a bridge that doesn’t disturb the peace on either side.
You have found a deep wisdom: that abundance isn’t always about having more—more friends, more outings, more social noise. Sometimes, it’s found in the quiet gratitude for a family, an education, a livelihood, and a garden to mow. This November, with its cooling rains, seems to mirror your inner state—a gentle, grateful cooling after the heat of life’s more demanding seasons.
Continue to embrace your chosen path. It is filled with its own unique and powerful kind of magic.
Your words comfort me. I felt strange before, but you reassured me that I wasn’t alone in feeling the same way. Indeed, for me, home isn’t just a place to rest; it’s also a workshop, a restaurant, a studio, a place to unwind, and a great space to plan my next projects.
Thank you for your support. Your writing itself is inspiring.