What has hit me in the head recently is how I view a
year. You know… a year… 12 months…
winter, spring, summer, fall. I have had
this visual in my head for as long as I can remember… even as a young child… I
finally tried to draw it out so I can explain it better.
There you go.
I view
the months like a sidewalk going around the block. Except, there is a weird gap between August
and September. I often wonder if I put
that there when I was a child, indicating the vast difference between end of
summer and start of school (we didn’t start school until after Labor Day where
I grew up). But even throughout my adult
life, this visual hasn’t ever changed. I
still “walk around the block” in my head when thinking about the future (or the
past) and what month events happen.
I also think in colors, although I didn’t demonstrate that
as much in the image above. My “fall” months (and yes I know fall doesn’t
start until the 21st-ish of September) are September, October and
November. I “see” them in dark reddish-oranges
and browns. Typical of the season, I
suppose. Once December 1 hits, though,
everything turns blue, except right around Christmas when the greens and reds
take over. Once January hits, I turn a
corner… perhaps for the new year, a new direction? Blues last until February (indicative of
winter months, which for me are December-February). February comes to me in pinks and reds as
well as blues, most likely due to Valentine’s day and the soon-to-exit winter
excitement. March is green. I think
because of St. Patrick’s day. April is
Easter/spring flower colors, pinks, purples, greens, yellows – all pastel. May is green again, because that’s my birth
month, and my birth month gem is an emerald.
June starts going yellow to a yellow-orange, perhaps summer coming
around the corner… and speaking of corners, I don’t know why June and May are
catty-corner… but that’s how I’ve always seen it. May “slips into” June somehow. July and August run into each other with hot
reds, oranges and yellows. These are my
two least favorite months, despite them being “summer vacation” as a
child.
Although looking ahead to September seems always so far away
because of the big black chasm, I look forward to it because of another corner
turn and heading up into another new direction/new year.
I would say that fall is my favorite season. I don’t “wear” the colors as much as I do
winter and spring colors, but I love the temperature, sights and smells of
fall. The Hubs even notices. He’ll say, “you look good today” more often
in fall than any other season. Something
about this season makes my skin happy, my hair happy, and my heart happiest
than all of the other months.
Okay, so assure me, please… I’m not totally insane, am
I? Does anyone else out there “see”
things in their mind a little different than, perhaps, the “normal”?
No weird black void in my months. I don't think they are corners either. Just one big circle with blurred lines between the months, one running into the other. What I really think is "different" is that you walk the months counter-clockwise. That one surprised me.
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