Will I ever let go of the academic calendar? After years and years of being a student, and then years of working on an academic schedule, will I ever reach the point where I don’t feel the need to buy a new backpack at the end of August? When I don’t ogle pens and notebooks? When I don’t feel the urge to lay in a new pair of Bass weejuns?
Probably not. And that’s ok. I just need to figure out the right way to convert this ache for a fresh slate into my own version of slightly early New Year’s resolutions.
I feel poised at the moment, like I’m perched on a precipice, in a good way. I feel the next six months hold some opportunities and choices and, I hope, total wild cards that will knock me on my ass and leave me gasping for breath. I’m not a zen-type of person, but I’m feeling at ease with myself lately in a way that is new and, I’ll admit, somewhat disconcerting.
So, happy fall, welcome back, and here’s hoping for a great year.