September 1st, is it really you, so soon? Let’s face it, we all heard it. The majority of the population let out an audible groan this morning as they rolled out of bed, face first into a brand new academic year. This is the first September in 21 years that I have not faced the beginning of a new term, but even I joined in a little. After a busted tyre, a bucket load of rain and an abandoned food shop I couldn’t help but feel in harmony with the September blues this morning. I planned to lock the door, crank up the heating and cry until Christmas.
But there’s nothing like a napping baby and three cups of tea to really boost your outlook on life. It’s time to pull up my big girl pants and disembark the struggle bus, for all of my fellow September sufferers, here is the silver lining.
There is something so wonderfully familiar about Autumn. The irrational heat of summer makes way for precipitation, chills and constant cloud cover. Take it from the girl who wanted a winter wedding so that we could ‘bank on rain’. Simply knowing what the weather is going to do can be a profound anchor for your life…or it at least your days of wallpapering a squirming baby with suncream are over. You can stop obsessively watching the gro egg measure the cooking temperature of the nursery too. We genuinely spent one night of the summer sleeping in the kitchen because the gro egg deemed it the only acceptable climate in the whole house. Bring on 2.5 tog and wearing socks to bed!
It’s also time to pull out the loveliest, cosiest section of your wardrobe, stop shaving your legs and buy new boots. For you lucky ducks returning to the academic world; new stationary. Need I say more? And if those have yet to float your September life boat…115 sleeps until Christmas.
For me, Autumn is like the first night back in your own bed after being on holiday; you’ve had the best time, you wish you were still there but gee it’s nice to be in your own space. Familiar is good, we all need a little bit of it from time to time, to ground us in amongst the chaos of this life. September 1st, Hello Old Friend.