Oh, how I used to hate September. It was full of ‘fresh starts’ & ‘new beginnings’, while I was still in bed, going nowhere, doing nothing. Especially nothing new. Every September was a reminder that I wasn’t getting better.
I’m still not getting better. I had two ‘look at me, nearly normal’ days last week, followed by the inevitable ‘oops not enough energy to sit up’ days.
But it seems I’m not angry any more. Huh. I don’t know when that happened. It means I can just get on with getting on. There are things I’ll never get round to doing, but I’m not missing out on that much.
September still brings its changes. Girl 1 is going to university. She’s going to be having adventures I know not of, meeting loads of new people, and having fun. Studying, too. She won’t be far away so may still be subject to random hugging.
Girl 2 will be going to school on her own, rediscovering the bus in the process. Motivation to learn to drive, right there. Spurs Fan (a primary school teacher) has a new bunch of little folk to annoy for two years. They will soon know more than they ever need to about Tottenham Hotspur FC. That will stick in their heads longer than some of the curriculum.
I’ve had a break from all the volunteering. I’d thought I would do events, but one day of that cued me of the notion. Fun, worthwhile, enjoyable, but beyond my capabilities.
I’m going to have a new adventure of my own, as part of the Boardroom Apprentice https://strictlyboardroom.com/apprentice/ programme. I may be the eldest student, or the only one without a job, but I have a new notebook, and am keen to learn. What else do I need?
Bring it on, September.