For some, January 1 is New Year’s Day. It’s the first day of the new calendar. It’s the first leap into a new season of health, fitness, prosperity, and the myriad other goals we set out for ourselves. It’s an annual ritual now shared around the world. A time of unfettered optimism and lofty thinking to propel us through another 365 days of incredible personal achievements.
For us, this isn’t the case. Granted, we do use that calendar flip as an arbitrary point of arrival too; it’s hard not to, with all the hype over it. But as a family, we’ve always sort of viewed September 1 as the real new year.