“You may have a fresh start at any moment you choose, for this thing we call “failure” is not the falling down, but the staying down.” ~Mary Pickford
Oh, September, how I’ve missed you. The other evening while I was driving around I smelled a fire which, in my mind, signifies that fall is finally approaching. It reminded me that no matter how I’m feeling through all of the yesterdays that I won’t always feel like this. Summer was a long and bumpy road this year and honestly, except for the fact that I’d love to not be working, I’m so happy that it’s over. I’m ready to move on and move forward and put certain aspects of the past behind me, just as the summer moves into fall.
I look back on the list of things I wanted to accomplish and see that I actually did make progress during August…a month I didn’t think I would be able to accomplish anything. I made it to the gym (though not really in the last two weeks), I found schools for both Oliver and Max, I’ve spent a lot of quality time with both kids, I’ve read books both new and old, I’ve pretty much cut all soda out of my diet, and I worked hard to get my classroom set up and ready for the new school year. It’s nice to see that I was able to accomplish some of the goals I set forth.
Now that September is here I feel a renewed sense of purpose. I’m beginning to become excited for the changes that may come my way. I feel like I’m ready for challenges again instead of slinking away from them. I’m ready to build back up things that have remained broken for so long.
It’s time to get back to work and back to realizing that I am worth the trouble, time, and dedication.
I’m no longer afraid of failing. I’m more afraid of not trying.