Maybe it’s because I’m a fall baby, but I always think of September as my “new year”.
I start getting pumped up in August. I get motivated to get shit done, make changes, kick myself in the butt, reflect on the past year and look forward to the next one.
I always liked that “back to school” rush when I was a kid… new pens, new notebooks, new clothes. I guess I still prepare the same way around this time, only in this case it’s for another semester at the “school of life”