The new year has never been, for me, something that started in January. September is the month - the smell of fresh pencils and unmarred school supplies harkens in the promise of new beginnings. The crispness that attaches itself to the lingering gold of late summer reminds me that change is afoot! Changes of season, changes of clothes, and changes of scheduling. . . these changes bring new routines, challenges and resolutions that I never connect with January first. This particular fall season brings with it my first experience of the "Empty Nest". All the children grown and flown! There is great rejoicing (my kitchen looks the same way I left it) intermingled with a smidgeon of grief as I process the end of an era.  

Adapt or perish - growth or decay... choice to be made about how I proceed.

I choose change - with all its "kerfuffle"