Back in 2013, I undertook a huge project by ripping apart all my scrapbooks and photo albums and scanning all contents in order to have my visual history kept digitally rather than physically. It was time consuming and, at times, monotonous work. But I loved every minute of it.
I loved going through each picture and recalling the memory of when it was taken, what I was feeling, what was IN the picture and, sometimes more fun, what was NOT. I loved the categorization of the project. I love to organize and categorize, so while it was labor, it was a labor of love.
The funny thing I recently noticed about the completed project is that I rarely - and historically - take photos in November; at least photos that I'd wanted to keep anyway. Of the 5,606 images that are currently scanned on my removable drive, only 63 of them were taken in November. It is by far the least amount of any month.
To the contrary, October and December mark some very active time in my photo-taking. I'm sure this has everything to do with the holidays that occur in them. But November seems quite lazy in the memory-making department by comparison despite having arguably the most nationally-recognized holidays: All Saints' Day, Election Day, Veterans' Day, Columbus Day, Thanksgiving Day, and Black Friday among them.
Ultimately, this all means nothing. It's not like I can go back and correct something or do anything differently. The the Novembers from the time I was born are now gone forever. So I guess I will need to make November some kind of priority going forward; that November needs to be more exciting somehow.