Though January 1st is considered the 'official' start of a new year, for me September shall always remain the beginning of a new year. The new school year: a year older; a year closer to being grown up; a year further up the food chain in the school pool of sharks and minnows. Even after I had finished college, before children, September still had that magical feel of 'new beginnings.' Cooler days ahead (if we were lucky) and school supplies on sale!! No wonder I have this lingering life long passion for new colored pencils, pretty notebooks, a box of crayons neatly sharpened and brand new!
With children the cycle of new year, new you continues. My daughter finding her way, at the bottom of the food chain again, a freshman at college. My youngest son, also, at the bottom of the food chain as he starts junior high. For my non-American readers, we are speaking of 12 and 13 year olds on the cusp of everything: hormones, puberty: do I fit in here? do I fit in there? With teachers and a curriculum designed to separate the chaff from the wheat. This is where the road to college seriously begins. And my oldest, back this week from his world-wind tour of China, starting his 3rd year of college. He knows his way. He's found his place. He will be 21 in a few months. Officially an adult in all respects. And though I will always see the shadow of his tow-headed baby self, he's a man in his own right who is thoughtfully establishing his own world view. Of course, from my older perspective, I know this world view will be seriously challenged by life. But I envy him the arrogance of his youth and his exuberant self confidence. And I am impressed by the depth of his self awareness.
And me? New starts for me as well. Today I begin my new job, a promotion, as assistant store manager. And soon, Soub will arrive. New beginnings for us both. A time where our dreams of a happy future finally have the chance to take root and grow. It is an exhilarating and somewhat frightening place to stand, on the cusp of our brave new world. But I wouldn't trade September for any other month of the year. Spring might have the market in renewal metaphors, but every good gardener knows autumn is the best time of year to plant. A time for roots to grow deep. A time to build a solid foundation.
Happy Weekend, Happy September, Happy New Year!