Many years of conditioning has made me view today–the day after Labor Day–as the official start of my new year. For 13+ years, clad in new clothes with a shiny new book bag and unscuffed shoes off I went with a clean social and academic slate to begin again. Those years have become habit throughout my adult life so today is my New Year’s Day!
To me, January 1st seems arbitrary and NewYear’s eve an artificial excuse for inebriated excess. They’re too close to other holidays, with a long winter to follow. What’s to celebrate? Many different cultures have different calendars that all have their own New Year’s Day (it seems no one really agrees) and their own ways of celebrating the passage of another large unit of time, so I figure it’s okay to start my year in September.
In early September, my motivation to clean things up, make amends for whatever and get more organized is strong and deep. It’s somewhat paradoxical that my psychological new year begins as my seasonal business starts to feel the looming cold weather that will it slow down.
So…Happy New Year everyone–I’m going out to buy a new pair of shoes.