Hello September

Dale woke me up this morning by singing Neil Diamond’s “September Morn” in my ear. It was a lovely welcome to start both the morning and the month, although it is stuck in my head now and perhaps yours, too.

Welcoming September is always a mixed bag for me. I am sad to see July and August in the rear window. And also, September is one of my favorite months of the year. I am missing the easy routine of summer mornings now that Dale has gone back to work. And also, I thrive best when I have routines and accountability. I am still reaching for skorts and sundresses and sandals, dressing to match the weather. And also, I am side eyeing my hoodies and Birkenstock clogs.

Even 35 years out from attending any formal school program, September still feels like the start of a new year. I am ready for it, but will be embracing it slowly, savoring the way summer lingers through much of the month. And keeping an eye out for signs of fall.