I have a feeling I've written about this before. But it's Friday afternoon and I'm too lazy to check! Anyway, this week the summer school holidays ended. Sure, the university students are still out, but in general, school starting again means the work year has begun in earnest.
I too feel as if the year has finally begun again. I'm not complaining about the long holiday - I've quite enjoyed it! But the markers are different for me. Because the beginning of the year for a self-employed woman without children means freedom:
It means that maybe I’ll be able to find a park around by the beach on Oriental Parade again, to go have coffee at one of my favourite spots, or to have one of my Annual Gelato Days (read more here).
It means the gym won't be filled with kids dragged along by their mothers to work out.
It means that I can venture safely back into the malls, finding a table at my favourite coffee place, enjoying the peace and quiet of a mall on a weekday morning.
It means my Monday morning movie buddy will be free again (provided she doesn’t do anything silly like get a job).
Though the downside is that rush-hour traffic is worse. But really, in Wellington and the suburb where I live, rush-hour lasts about 20 minutes!