There is an air of anticipation as I tear off the calendar page to reveal the month of September. I can't quite put my finger on exactly what or where the anticipation comes from.
Perhaps it is from all those years of starting school on September 1 - the new clothes that follow the latest trend, the new binders and scribblers - pages so crisp that one hates to even mark them with pen or pencil. The anticipation of turning over a new leaf - a new start so to speak, a blank slate. The previous school year is a distant memory and the new one is there for the taking.
Ah yes, perhaps that is where this feeling comes from?
Or, perhaps it is beause motherhood saw me start children off to school, buying them new clothes, new books, registering them in their various activities. A busy (and expensive) time of year.
Perhaps that is where this feeling comes from?
But I have long (35 years) been out of school and it has been 10 years since I last sent a child to school. Yet I still have those feelings of anticipation, of starting over, making lists, setting goals, making promises to eat better, exercise more, save more, plan meals, set aside more time for myself - etc. etc. etc. etc......
The Hunter spouse would point to the fact that his love of September and his feeling anticipation comes as a result of the opening days of the various Hunting Seasons -
September 1 - Ducks and Geese;
October 15 - Pheasant and Partridge
November 1 - Big Game.
For me the anticipation is also rooted deep inside me -
Perhaps the product of my being born first, that perfectionist tendancy that is always niggling that things could be done better.
Perhaps it is the feeling that everyone has because our world runs according to clocks and calendars.
I definitely cannot put my finger on the reason but as I rip off August ( and wonder where 8 months of the year have gone) - it is like turning the pages of that crisp new notebook - it is a new chance, a new start.
And I look forward to it with great anticipation!
