September! This time of year has always felt more like the start of a new year to me than January ever does, perhaps because January is so dark and miserable that it’s hard to feel optimistic about the future. Or perhaps because I’ve only spent one year in the last 23 not in education, one way or another. At any rate, September is always my fresh start.
I’m a sucker for new beginnings. New calendar year, new academic year, any other kind of fresh start and I sit down with my pen, diary and pad of paper to make a plan, set some goals, generally get my life in order.
I’m not naturally well-organised. The default state for my flat is cluttered, I am almost invariably late to things, I only remember the birthdays of my closest relatives and sometimes not even them, and I frequently find myself frantic at the very last minute trying to meet a deadline. But I don’t want to be like this! I’m too busy to let my life organise itself, for a start. And I genuinely enjoy making a good plan and sticking to it. Continue reading