I’ve had an extended absence and an erratic posting schedule for the past couple weeks. I know it and I’m sorry. I had a very rough start to the semester, and anything that wasn’t academic or sleeping fell off in importance.

But I just finished my mid-terms and I’m home for a couple of days. So it’s a fresh start.
It’s odd. I hate the idea of change. Once things actually change, I tend to be OK with it, but I dread the time leading up to change. It’s strange, I know. But even stranger, I love fresh starts and new beginnings.

I’ve been thinking about this a lot over the past few days, with all the baseball on. As an avid Yankees fan, I’ve been watching a lot of baseball, and not just the Yankees, also the Red Sox (although no more after today!).

Oddly enough, the postseason has me thinking about Opening Day. It’s almost an unofficial holiday in America. I even wrote about it. Everything feels fresh and new. It’s feels as though anything is possible (like the Red Sox being swept in the ALDS, sorry I couldn’t resist. I’m done now.) It embodies all the feelings of spring itself.

Yet, the postseason, and fall, should bring with it a feeling of endings, not new beginnings.
But for me, each October comes with the feeling of a fresh start. By October, the craziness of the new school year has worn off and it feels like you have a genuine chance of doing things differently this year.

I’m enjoying being home and seeing my family, but I’m also looking forward to going back to school. I’ve put the beginning of the semester behind me, and when I go back it’ll be a fresh chance.