I Remember September by Deborah Lytton
Some people mark a new year on January 1, others like to use their birthdays as a jumping off place. For students from kindergarten to college, September is the beginning of school. And since I am an eternal student, I still consider September the start of my year. At the close of summer, I take time to evaluate my goals from the past year, to see what I have accomplished, and where I can use improvement. Then I consider the goals I am setting for myself going forward. My daughters sign up for new activities in the fall, and many times, they are moving up a level because of their achievements the past year. In a likewise fashion, I challenge myself to step up. I set new writing deadlines and push myself to reach deeper in my stories, to find the inner truth that longs to be revealed. I make promises to myself about publicity and reaching out to other writers more. And I always set up a new exercise plan, something that will inspire me and allow me to free up my imagination to create. But mostly, I breathe in the scent of fall, with the warm memories of summer still lingering in the air and the promise of the holidays on the horizon--and it fills me with excitement and hope. So even though I love the weather in summer, the flowers blooming in the spring and the coziness of winter, it is fall that holds my heart. Do you have a favorite season? When do you like to set goals for yourself?