September
I love summer. The beach is my happy place and I would rather be hot than cold (though peri-menopause might be changing my opinion on that!) but… there is something about September. Back to school energy, changing leaves, the weather that allows me to wear just about anything and still be comfortable.
I had a different post written for today but yesterday, I saw an Instagram story featuring a poem by Grace Paley. I read it again and again and loved it so much I copied it down in my notebook. As I wrote, I noticed the lines I loved the most.
“Then the flowers became really wild because it was early September and they had nothing to lose.”
This is it. This is what I love the most about September. It is a new beginning with nothing left to lose. I find January overwhelming. Not only is it cold and dark but the thought of making year long goals is overwhelming. The page is too blank, there is too much time, too many choices. Too much room for failure. The thought of setting goals or of choosing a word for 12 months is too much. I barely know what I want to have for lunch today- how am I supposed to know what word will feel right for me six months down the road?
But looking to end the year strong, over three months, that I can do.
I am choosing a word for the fall- consistency. Consistency in my reading, writing and connecting with you all because it is early September and I have nothing to lose.
Happy September you all!