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September; the month of new starts and mild panic.

September; the month of new starts and mild panic.

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September.

I may be a little late in welcoming in the new month, but judging from my Instagram and Twitter feeds, it seems like September marks more of a new start than January does for a lot of you guys. It's the start of a new academic year - and whether you're still in education or not - it always feels like the time to treat yourself to a new bag, a new diary and a whole new wardrobe for the new season. And I couldn't agree more. I love Autumn, and while I'm not a fan of Halloween, you can bet I've already overhauled my wardrobe and I'll be on the countdown to Christmas sooner than many!

But, September this year really does mark a new start for me. I start a new job next week and I'm SO excited. I'm excited to get myself into a routine, to have work and projects to really get my teeth stuck into, and for my 'new start' in Liverpool to really... well, start.

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But, as well as all of the excitement for those cosy nights, hot chocolate and crunchy leaves outside, it also seems to be the month of mild panic. The time when that 'holy shit there's only 4 months left of the year and what have I actually achieved??' feeling dawns on you and you're left scrambling around trying to plan the rest of the year that you promised yourself was going to better and different than last year.

Time is F L Y I N G by, and it doesn't seem two minutes since the longest January in the history of time was dragging it's feet and refusing to be over with, or when we were hit with a week of rogue snow back in March. It's now September. September. And my brain can't seem to quite get it's head around it no matter how many times I say it.

I'm trying to carry on making lots and lots of plans and keeping myself busy with friends and my favourite people to keep myself happy... but when you're asked when your next free weekend is and you realise that it's in November... it does kind of hit you how precious time can be and how quickly it's passing you by.

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And that's when the mild panic hit me. Back in June, I promised myself that the second half of 2018 was going to be a thousand times better than the first half, and I was determined to make it that way. I promised myself that the only thing I wanted to achieve this summer, was to be happy, and that I was taking back control of how I felt each day. And I'm pretty damn proud of myself for sticking to this and being stronger than I ever thought I could be 12 months ago.

And I think I've realised that this feeling of mild panic will probably never go away, regardless of what time of year it is. No matter how much I do, I'm always going to want to do more or be more or achieve more, and that's just me. I feel better when I'm on the go and have lots to think about and do to keep me occupied.

So, here's to the rest of 2018 (again). To new starts, new jobs and new people and I can't wait to see what the last few months of the year bring. It's never too late to turn things around!

Soph

A little ‘life lately’ update.

A little ‘life lately’ update.

Lazy mornings in The Georgian Quarter.

Lazy mornings in The Georgian Quarter.