September Beginnings

The last couple weeks I have felt like a total bump on the log.  I had all sorts of energy and was keeping up on everything and then CRASH!  BOOM!  I lost steam.  I started sleeping way in and staying up way late.  Eating way too much and exercising way not at all.  Leaving the dishes in the sink way too often and folding the laundry way too little.  Letting my kids watch movies all day long way more than I am comfortable admitting.

I have felt like a total troll.  A disgusting human being.  I almost can't stand being around myself.

It's a vicious circle with me, you know.  I have tons of energy, so I stay up late into the night doing things like painting bedrooms and making curtains.  Then I get up early and start more projects and pretty soon my poor body can't handle running on three hours of sleep anymore and the crash is inevitable.  Moderation just doesn't seem to be my thing.

But yesterday?  Yesterday was September 1st.  And that meant I could change.  (I am forever teasing my husband about not being able to start any goal unless it's Monday, but really, I'm just as bad.)  September makes me so happy.  As far as I'm concerned the new year should begin in September.  That's when I'm most inspired to make positive changes to my life.  January, Schmanuary.  Give me September.

So, despite the fact that I stayed up until 2 am the night of August 31st (well, really the morning of September 1st, but whatevsies), I got up early yesterday.  While the entire household was sleeping I put my tennies on and I went outside and walked for an hour.

And the whole while I thought to myself, "Self?  Why don't you do this every morning?"  Seriously, what a wonderful way to start out the day, especially for someone who is NOT a morning person and is generally sluggish and grumpy until noon.  I came home happy, though a bit winded (I did have to walk up this hill, you know) and ready to face the day head on and do great things.

And I made a dent in my very long list of great things to do.

I finally cleaned out the girls' drawers and closets and have their wardrobe situation for school all set.  I don't know about any of you, but that is the worst job in the world in my book.  It took hours, but we got it done!

We threw out all of the disgusting, too small, well worn tennis shoes and went out and bought new ones for the girls.  I did some dishes.  And some laundry.  I even folded it.  Well, some of it.

I arranged my schedule for the coming semester. (Not such an easy task when working with the schedules of 18 other people.)

I went grocery shopping and I even used all of my save the earth bags, which I have forgotten to do ever since I moved here.

And a day when I don't have to figure out where to stuff a million plastic grocery bags or feel really guilty about throwing a million plastic grocery bags out?  That's a really good day.

Especially if it's in September.