I’m terribly slow to pick up on trends, and slower about incorporating ones I like into my personal life. I have just gotten used to the cold shoulder top design, and by the time I decide I like it and should try it, all those tops will be relegated to thrift stores. That’s not really a problem because I love shopping at thrift stores, but it just means I will further my children’s perception that I am always just a little behind the times.
Ironically, or probably hysterically, five years ago I bought a top online from Anthropologie which baffled me when it arrived. The color, the design, the ruffle were all amazing, but I couldn’t find the arm hole. There were two holes where the arm could go. One hole looked like the normal arm hole, but then there was a big open spot on the shoulder. If I put my arm through that hole, what was the other hole for that hung under my arm? I put the top back in the box and it sat on the shelf until we moved three years later, and I donated it to Goodwill. Only after I donated it did it hit me that I had bought a cold shoulder top in the peak of the trend for that design. If only I had known.
Apparently “September is the new January” has been around for a long time, but I’m just getting it. Nevertheless, I am absolutely obsessed with the concept and feel like a kindergartner going to school for the first time.
(This serves as my explanation for why my last post was in January 2018 and that maybe it’s not so lax that this one is in September 2018.)
Ever since I stopped going back to school as a student in the fall, which would have been 1989, I have looked at the last four months of the year as dead weight. Granted, I love the Fall season. I love the change of weather and colors (mythical in Texas, but we pretend with pumpkins on the front step and long sleeves though it’s still 95 degrees), and Thanksgiving through Christmas and New Year’s is positively magical in my mind. But they are definitely “coasting days.” I certainly haven’t tried to get anything real done in that time. Those months are for making memories with family, maybe traveling, trying new gluten and sugar filled recipes and checking the scale at the same time so I don’t put on the “Fall 10” which is kind of like the “Freshman 10.” I have spent the last 29 years of September through December waiting for the new year to arrive.
In August, I saw a meme on Instagram decrying the end of summer and September’s approach as the end of 2018 so we might as well embrace the arrival of 2019. I choked. I have been particularly behind on my goals and resolutions this year. I have had an incredibly productive year, perhaps one of the most productive of the last several, but on things other than my written goals and resolutions. And I just did not want to give up on those yet. And then I pulled up my iPhone calendar and counted days.
There are 122 days from September through December. Four months! One-third of the year! That’s a fabulous amount of time left. Why in the world should I coast through those?
And so, I discovered very late in the game, maybe even years after Jon Acuff and Gretchen Rubin, that September could be my new January. And I would make it so. I pulled out an unused notebook with a particularly adorable cover and wrote on the first page: “September is the New January. Or, How to Make the Most of the 122 Days Available in 2018.” I divided the notebook into sections with tabs: Goals, Maxims, What I’ve Learned, Blog, Gratitude, Books, etc., and started writing. So much easier to tackle four months than twelve! (Note to self: should I split every year into four month sections?)
Obviously, one of my goals is to write more here. I use this blog to process my thoughts and growth. I could be really lofty and say it’s for me, and not you readers, but that’s kind of silly. I can’t commit to how often I will be here, but at least more often.
The first two days of September went pretty well. The first day was fantastic. I really did feel like a kindergartner going to school for the first time with all that anticipation and enthusiasm. The second day I was slammed with all the doubts and fears that accompany the second day of anything. But it was still a good day.
It’s day three today. I’m not in the groove quite yet, but somewhere between enthusiasm and panic, and still having a great time.