As sad as I was to see summer's end, I do find fall refreshing. I love the change in the air and the landscape -- the colors of the leaves, the apples, mums in bloom, and the slight chill in the air.
I also love the beginning of the school year, and all its hope and promise. (I also have GREAT students this year -- and am having so much fun getting to know them.) One of my colleagues passed along a great article about fall's fresh start from "Woman's Day" by one of my favorite authors, Jennifer Weiner. She writes...
"I suppose there’s some technical, calendar-related reason why the year ends on the last day of December, but from a practical perspective, it’s a lousy idea. Think about it—what says “new year!” less than the endless, often-dreary slog that is January? How are you supposed to get motivated for self-reflection, self-improvement and healthy eating when, for those of us living with winter, it gets dark at four in the afternoon, fresh vegetables look a little sketchy, and all you really want to do is curl up in your sweatpants with a bowl of stew and watch bad reality TV?
Anyone who’s ever set foot in a classroom knows the truth: No matter what the calendar says, the real start of the new year comes in September. Early fall is back-to-school season, replete with the potential for reinvention. Every year when I was growing up, there was a new classroom, a new teacher, some new classmates; sometimes, a whole new school. And every year, I’d have the chance to get it right."
Isn't she right on? Here's to the REAL New Year and all its possibilities!
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