I’ve been dreading September.

Usually I am a September fan.  I’m done with the heat and humidity.  It’s my birthday month.  There seems to be more of a life routine once September and the fall rolls around.

So what’s the deal?

Changes are a brewing this month.  Kate starts preschool, I’m taking on another group fitness challenge, teaching more classes and working at multiple gyms, Dan’s travel schedule is busy busy, we’re making plans for our future selves, and trying to fit in just Dan and Sarah time admist all the comings and goings.

These are all good things.  Things I’ve worked for and made happen.  And I’d much prefer to juggle multiple projects than just a few.

But I still feel anxious about making it all happen.

But I don’t want to feel anxious it because anxiety feels gross.  And triggers my esophagitus.  So instead I’m accepting this month as a daring challenge.  Nothing about this month is an emergency or “bad.”  It’s just new and busy.  And while new and busy can make me feel panicky, it can also be an opportunity for growth and maybe even fun.