August is a time for plotting; for buying new stationery, school uniform, equipment for the year ahead. It’s a time of dreaming and scheming, mentally preparing for the step up into the next year, and thinking about the kind of person I want to be.
This year, it will be ten years since I left school. But September still makes me think of new year and fresh starts, so much more than January. A new school year brings with it a new timetable and new routine. It’s a chance to drop some bad habits and pick up new ones. There is an air of excitement as the weather turns cooler. We have to put our tights and socks back on and get down to business.
This August felt like a holiday. Work was quiet and the focus was on my social life. We had a wedding and a honeymoon, and then we said goodbye. Guy has moved to Amsterdam to study for a masters. I am back to work with a vengeance: line managing three new people, working towards a fundraising diploma, and staring an MSc in Policy Research at Bristol University on the side. I know it’s going to be tough, although at least throwing myself into work should distract me a little from the heartache.
And, for now at least, it feels good – as exciting as the Septembers of my school days. Yes, more work. But alongside more challenges and opportunities to step up my game. Hopefully it’s going to be a good year.