I've been trying to write a good intro for September for a few days, now, and I still got nothin'.
In my head, September signifies the beginning of the end of the year. Everything before this still feels like early in the year, or maybe mid-year, if I feel like breaking it down further.
But once September arrives, it's like the year is winding down. It's still hot, but with a cooler season just around the corner. Time to start thinking about Halloween candy, about Thanksgiving plans, about Christmas presents.
It's also the part of the year when I realize time is seriously slipping away from me. I spend the month making soup--Souptember, is what we call it in my house--and then it's getting decorated for Halloween. Then November, which is not only Thanksgiving for me, but also the time of year I try to write a novel. Christmas after that, and then it's time to train myself into writing a new number at the end of dates.
September is the month that informs me I've dicked around too long, once again. Things I wanted to get done, they better be done. Usually, they aren't.
Despite the overwhelming sense of failure that hits me every year around this time, I still really like the month of September. Maybe it's because of the season change--there will finally be mornings where I open the door to cool air instead of an intense blast of Texas heat. Or maybe it's because of my undying hope that I'll do better next time.
The new year is so close, and the upcoming year has to be the year I get my shit together, right?
I don't know. But I like it. I hope you do, too.
Anyway, welcome to September.
Posted under The Rants on 9/12/15