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In September.

That’s what I’ve been telling myself for the past three months. When will I clean out the over-flowing dresser drawers? In September. When will I start eating healthier? In September. When will I start writing more? In September.

In September. In September. In September.

With this mantra, I gave myself a bit of a pass for the past few months. As a result, we enjoyed one of those magical summers that we didn’t want to end. There were trips to the lake and long afternoons at the pool. Flexible bedtimes and lazy mornings. Baseball games and picnics. I reduced my work load. I wrote a little, and read a lot. I said “yes” more often. I put off anything that wasn’t necessary, telling myself that it could be done in September.

And now, here we are, in September, and all those things that I’ve been putting off – the cleaning and organizing, the new habits, the freelance work, the submissions, the writing, the blank pages – are here, now, staring me in the face.

I already hate September a little bit.

But I’ve procrastinated long enough. I’ve hemmed and hawed. I’ve rested and waited, watched and asked questions. I’ve dipped my toes in and tested new waters. I’ve learned which pools feel good and which ones aren’t for me. The only thing left to do is jump in.

I wrote an essay a few weeks ago about the valuable lessons I learned from two extraordinary teenage girls at the swimming pool. I wrote about how they teach us adults to jump in even though we’re scared – especially when we’re scared. I wrote about learning and growing. I wrote about how being brave isn’t the same as being fearless. I wrote about jumping in.

And then I didn’t write anything at all for a few weeks. I stopped jumping in, or even dipping my toes in for that matter.

Part of the reason for my hiatus was because I was traveling and then we were getting ready for the first day of school and then I was playing catching up on just about everything. But, really, the reasons that I stopped writing for a while, that I’ve written less the past few months, are fear and an utter lack of confidence.

Truth be told, I’ve been suffering from a weakened sense of confidence for the past several months – maybe my whole life. I’ve always been more of an “if” person than a “when” person. Last spring, I experienced a situation that left me shaken, raw, vulnerable, and scared. I wasn’t sure where I belonged, or what I should do. Nonetheless, I resolved to stay soft, to move on – and I have, for the most part. Since then there have been other setbacks, as well as a few successes, as is typically the case. You win some, you lose some, they say. But for whatever reason, I have noticed that lately my steps are a bit more cautious and measured than I would like. And let’s be honest, it’s hard to run when you’re tip-toeing from one stepping stone to the next. And I want to run. I want to jump, as scary as it is.

We are here now, in September, and I have nowhere else to turn. And that terrifies me just a little bit. Maybe it scares you too. Or maybe not. Maybe you are running full-steam ahead across the stepping stones, in which case, please please tell me your secret. I still don’t quite know what comes next, or where exactly I belong – at least in the writing world (both the online one and the traditional one). It seems that people want how-to guides and video tutorials, advice and answers. And, well, I don’t have many answers. I can’t offer up how-to guides and I hate giving advice. What I can offer, however, are stories and ideas, thoughts and questions (regardless of whether they have any answers), and the hope that somewhere in all of this – in the writing and in the reading, in the starting and the starting again – we will feel a little less alone.

And maybe that is enough. Maybe the question-asking and story-telling and truth-sharing is exactly what I need right now. Maybe it’s what you need too. Maybe.

We’ll figure it out. Eventually. We’ll start again. And again. And again.

In September.


What do you want to start (or start again) in September? What plans/goals do you have for the fall?



  1. I am nodding my head as I read your words. I’ve experienced rejection over the last few months and it has left me feeling tentative about so much in my life, especially my writing. Just wanted to let you know I completely understand and although I have very little to say in the way of comfort, know you aren’t alone. Here’s to attempting to start again – however we can manage it. xo

    • Christie

      Thank you, Rudri. So much. Your comment, your words are, indeed, a comfort. And yes, here’s to starting again. ONWARD!

  2. Oh yes I relate to every single word. All of August was “in September.” Im always suffering a crisis of confidence too. I think we all are!

    • Christie

      Maybe we all are. I think what makes it so difficult sometimes is feeling like we are the only one who feels that way.

  3. We all go through crisis of confidence. You’re not alone. A saying helped me the other day. It said how life is won, not by miles, but by inches. Sometimes that’s how it feels I’m moving…,bit by bit. And that’s true for all of us. But at least we’re going forward.

    • Christie

      That is such great advice, Laurie. Thank you.

  4. Such a great article! I think anyone can relate, no matter how successful or accomplished they are. – Kat

    • Christie

      Thanks, Katherine! And you’re right, but for some reason, it feels like we’re the only one sometimes, doesn’t it?

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