And Just Like That… it’s the beginning of September.
When I was a child, September always symbolised a fresh new start.
New school term, new shoes.
Shiny new pencil case and pens. The smell of new books.
Now, as an adult, I still associate it with newness, but also with change. Metamorphosis.
Despite clinging on for dear life to the last days of summer, once it has slipped from my grasp I will surrender.
Embrace autumn with open arms (covered in a light cardigan) as I love the turning of the seasons.
It’s just, this September, it feels different.
I made a big decision on the work front a couple of weeks ago and although it’s the right thing to do, without question, I’m feeling incredibly nervous.
Upended. Out of sorts. Wobbly.
There’s lots to consider and new pathways to carve out. Dreams to follow, while holding on tightly to reality.
It feels like the end and the beginning. A leap but with absolutely no idea where I’ll land. It’s keeping me up at night.
This evening, I went for a long run so I could be alone with my thoughts.
When I need time to think, I can’t sit still.
I simply must keep moving. Stroll, walk, run.
I paused earlier at Eagle Pond in Snaresbrook, bounded by the forest and with Snaresbrook Crown Court looming authoritatively in the distance. I caught my breath and snapped this photo, as I found it soothing.
The next few weeks will be busy and concentrated and then… the next chapter.
I’ve made a start but (in the words of Natasha Bedingfield) the rest is still unwritten. (Also, in the words of her brother, Daniel, I Gotta Get Thru This 😂).
I guess I better start writing then.
Terrific stuff x