Happy New Year!
No, I’m not crazy!
Where and when I grew up, school started the Tuesday after Labor Day. My big brother started school when I was about 3 and I couldn’t WAIT to start school myself. I was enamored with school. I wanted to go and I remember waiting for him each and every day to come home. I remember my mother finally relenting and sending me to nursery school the next year, because I was so insistent about SCHOOL.
I spent the next 19 years in school – 2 in preschool, 11 in elementary, junior high and high school, 4 in college and 2 in grad school. When I graduated from college, I married a guy who worked in the school system. Before he left, we had a son who was ready for preschool, himself. He spent the next 19 years in school. Until he was in college, school began either right after Labor Day, or at worst, a few days before the holiday weekend.
From the time I was three till I was 47, the year began in September, ended with the end of June and then there was the summer – a time out of the regular year. Fall was always a time of new beginnings. Shopping and new clothes. New subjects, new teachers, new friends, fresh chances. Enervating summer heat gave way to new energy as the air turned crisp. Reinvigorated, we both embraced our new academic challenge and reveled in our free time, now scarce and precious in a way it wasn’t at the end of summer.
This year, even though I’ve left academics behind for a while, a number of things have changed in my life, and I’m feeling the same reinvention of myself that I felt in years past. I’m ready to get moving, get things done and feel the newness of a “New Year!”
So, I challenge you to feel the freshness in the air and renew your commitment to yourself and your personal growth, spiritually, mentally, emotionally and in physical health. Get out, enjoy the weather, enjoy new and old friends, enjoy God’s creation!
Happy New Year, everyone!