There’s just something about September. The air feels different; softer in the mornings, cooler in the evenings (not so much if you live in Spain, but you get the idea) and you can almost sense the shift coming, not just in the seasons, but in life. The release of summer gives way to something that feels calmer.
I see September is the real new year. Not January with its anxiety-inducing presence, but September with its sharpened pencils, fresh notebooks, and that feeling of starting again. Even now, years out of school, I still feel it, the ‘back to school’ feeling. Maybe we all do?
September has always carried connotations of learning for me. A reset, a chance to focus, to pick something back up. I always fall back in love with my job in September as the office gets busier. It’s like the season itself is nudging you forward, saying “okay, back to it”.
This year, that feeling lands differently. Next week, I’ll be going back to school and starting my MSc. And it feels so right that it begins in September, with all the symbolism this month already holds.
A new season, a new chapter.
The beauty of September is that it’s not just about change, but possibility. It’s proof that endings and beginnings can happen at the same time: summer fading out as autumn settles in, one chapter closing so another can open.
So this month, I’m leaning into that. A fresh start, a chance to learn again, and the reminder that it’s never too late to begin something new. Because there really is something about September.
Mind with Samantha 
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