Ah, September. The month of September signifies the end of exuberant, restless, and fast summer nights as mundane routine and droplets of precipitation are a familiar occurrence again. To me personally, September has always been an exciting month. As a child, I looked forward to seeing who my new teacher and new classmates were, and had the pleasure of buying brand new school supplies that your parents weren’t too happy with. September has always marked the end of a good summer, and the start of something new. I’ve always seen September as the start to the new year, as opposed to January. Yes, January is technically when the new year calendar starts, but I feel that September is always the month of simultaneously ending and beginning chapters. Which is why I’ve never been able to do “new year resolutions” or #newyearnewme type things, because deep down inside, I can never accept January as the “new year” when nothing new happens in January. January is just a continuation of events that have accumulated before the Christmas break, and I know that I would be lying to myself if I stuck to these so called “new year resolutions”.
Now, I don’t look forward to September as much as I did when I was a child, but I still do appreciate the gradual gradient change of colour and crunch in the leaves, and when breezy, carefree summer dresses become traded into something more warm and practical. I save the summer time for easy living, I take so many pictures of Vancouver’s skyline and magnificent sunsets that I’m pretty sure all my social media followers are annoyed.
Originally, I was hoping to do a September favourites post, and had a few products that I wanted to talk about. Suddenly, I had this inspiration to write something more personal and to let my mind loose. My head is under a lot of pressure right now, physically and mentally speaking. I just pulled all four of my wisdom teeth at once, and a slight movement in my cranium causes uncomfortable pressure in my neck area. Mentally, it has been a tough week, you could say even month, as I start to adjust to changes that September brings. Compared to the previous years, I feel this feeling of greater change beginning to creep up on me and it’s something that I can’t shake off. I haven’t decided if I enjoy this major change or not, as I was quite content with the way things were. But I can’t say that I didn’t see it coming.
As I mentioned earlier, I don’t believe in January new year resolutions. Instead, I believe in motivation and inspiration, and don’t think that has to happen right on January 1 of every single year. One thing I really want to work on in the next few months is to get back to writing poetry again. I had this discussion two nights ago with someone, and I really miss poetry as it’s definitely something that keeps me sane and focused. There’s a distinct satisfaction after reading a poem that you have just written, an accumulation of all your various emotions and smashing them full force onto a piece of paper. Pen and paper will always have a special place in my heart. I wrote a piece for someone two nights ago and I felt so liberated. Getting back into the habit, feeling that ease as words and metaphors fill your mind, forgetting about reality is such a magical and rewarding experience. Expressing your emotions through carefully picked words is beautiful.
Best of luck for whatever the rest of this season brings, and enjoy those pumpkin spice lattes when you can (I personally am not a big fan of them, I prefer my soy half sweet salted caramel hot chocolates much more). Fall, please be good to me.