Every September I experience a sensation that January has never quite managed to produce, which is a feeling that the year is beginning again even though the calendar insists that it is already more than half over, and I
suspect much of this comes from the rhythms established during childhood and reinforced throughout my adult life in academia. Growing up, September meant returning to routines after summer, encountering new teachers and subjects,
noticing that evenings were becoming darker and sensing that another stage of life had begun, whilst my subsequent academic career has ensured that I never entirely escaped that association because universities still organize
existence around beginnings that occur as summer gives way to autumn. Here in Boston the timing is not identical to the Scottish academic calendar I remember, and across the United States schools can begin anywhere from July
through September, with August now the dominant starting month in many regions, yet the broader cultural association remains extraordinarily powerful. Late summer and early autumn mean back to school, new classes, new notebooks,
new schedules and another opportunity to begin differently. I have often thought that if we were designing a psychological New Year rather than inheriting a calendrical one, September would make a remarkably persuasive candidate,
because January asks us to reinvent ourselves in the darkest and coldest part of the Northern Hemisphere year, whilst September arrives carrying decades of cultural conditioning telling many of us that it is time to return,
reorganize, learn and begin.
There is something fascinating about how deeply these rhythms become embedded in us, because for the first eighteen or twenty years of life many people experience existence through an academic rather than a calendar year, moving from one class or grade to another and measuring personal development according to where they will be “next year,” by which they usually mean after the summer rather than after December 31st. American academic years commonly run from August to May or September to June, depending upon the institution and region, which means that the educational calendar repeatedly teaches us that the significant annual threshold occurs around the end of summer. New clothes may be bought, schedules change, friendships are renewed, unfamiliar people enter our lives, new subjects appear and expectations are reset; even the physical environment changes as summer begins losing its intensity and the light starts altering. Those of us who remain in education professionally experience this pattern for much longer, but I think its psychological residue persists even in people who have not entered a classroom for decades. September still looks like a blank page. January, by comparison, can feel like an administrative correction following several weeks of celebration, whereas September carries the memory of genuine progression i.e., we were once in one grade and now we are in another, we studied one subject and now we encounter the next, we belonged to one stage of childhood and then suddenly discovered ourselves moving toward another etc.
This is why I find the Autumn Equinox such a compelling symbol for a September reset, because unlike January 1st, which is essentially a convention imposed upon the calendar, the equinox corresponds to a genuine astronomical event. In Boston, the 2026 Autumn Equinox occurs on Tuesday, September 22nd at 8:05 p.m. EDT, the moment at which the center of the Sun crosses the celestial equator moving southward, marking the astronomical beginning of autumn in the Northern Hemisphere. The word itself comes from the Latin for “equal night,” although the actual day on which daylight and darkness are precisely equal depends upon location and atmospheric effects, so the popular image of an exact twelve-hour balance should not be taken too literally. Symbolically, however, balance is enormously useful. I lecture on mysticism and anthropology, and one of the recurring lessons of studying ritual is that human beings like thresholds because thresholds allow us to organize change. We mark births, marriages, deaths, initiations, graduations and seasonal transitions because an invisible process becomes easier to comprehend when we give it a moment, a symbol and an action. The Autumn Equinox provides exactly such a threshold i.e., summer stands behind us, winter waits ahead, whilst for one moment the Sun occupies the celestial crossing that defines the season. We do not need to believe that the equinox possesses supernatural powers to recognize its usefulness as a point at which to stop and ask where we are going.
There is also an important difference between the emotional character of a January resolution and that of a September reset. January encourages declarations, often very large ones e.g., lose weight, stop drinking, become organized, save money, find love, change careers, become an entirely improved version of oneself before the Christmas decorations have even been returned to the attic. September feels less theatrical to me because its cultural model is education rather than reinvention. Nobody begins a new academic year already knowing everything they will know by the end of it and the entire point is that development occurs through participation. This makes September a much healthier metaphor for personal change. Instead of asking, “What must I become?” we can ask, “What am I ready to learn?” That difference is more substantial than it initially appears. If I decide that I must become confident, every anxious moment can feel like failure, whereas if I decide that I am going to learn how to behave more confidently, awkwardness becomes part of the curriculum. If I resolve to become financially responsible, one poor decision seems to disprove my new identity; if I decide to learn more about managing money, mistakes become information. The academic model assumes incompleteness at the beginning, which is precisely why it p rovides such a humane framework for self-development.
Autumn itself reinforces this approach because nature doesn't present September as an explosion of new growth in the way spring does, instead it presents a more complicated relationship between beginning and ending. Crops are harvested, leaves begin changing, daylight contracts and plants start withdrawing energy from visible growth, yet culturally many of us are simultaneously beginning courses, projects and working routines. I find this contradiction more psychologically realistic than the relentless language of “new beginnings” that surrounds January. Most meaningful beginnings require endings. Starting a serious relationship changes the freedoms associated with being single, beginning university involves leaving a previous educational identity behind, accepting an important position may mean relinquishing another role, and deciding to devote ourselves seriously to one ambition inevitably reduces the time available for competing ambitions. The Autumn Equinox therefore offers an opportunity not merely to decide what we want to begin but to identify what must be released to make the beginning possible. This is where autumn's symbolism becomes particularly useful. The tree does not treat every leaf as something that must be preserved indefinitely simply because producing it once required energy. Some things have completed their function. September can become a month for asking which commitments, routines and expectations belong to the season we have just finished rather than the one we are entering.
I would therefore approach the September reset much as I approach the beginning of an academic term, by choosing a limited number of areas in which genuine learning can occur between the Autumn Equinox and the end of the year. Three months is long enough for meaningful change whilst remaining short enough to imagine, and there is something psychologically appealing about using the final quarter of the calendar year as a semester in personal development. You might decide that this is the term in which you learn to cook properly rather than vaguely intending to “eat better,” the term in which you learn enough about personal finance to understand where your money actually goes, the term in which you establish a regular meditation practice, begin studying a language, strengthen a relationship that has been neglected or finally investigate an intellectual subject that has fascinated you for years. The educational metaphor matters because learning requires curiosity rather than self-condemnation. If you miss a week, you return to the course, if something proves ineffective, you revise your method, if you discover that your original objective was misguided, you are allowed to change it. Nobody sensible believes that a student who struggles with the third lesson should abandon the entire subject because transformation has failed to occur quickly enough.
September also benefits from something January lacks in the Northern Hemisphere, and that is we can feel the environment changing around us whilst we change our routines. In Boston the shift becomes increasingly obvious as the month progresses, not through one dramatic transformation but through accumulating details, with the light arriving differently in the morning, evenings becoming noticeably earlier, temperatures gradually losing summer's persistence and the first unmistakable suggestions of New England autumn appearing. Astronomically, after the September Equinox the Sun continues its apparent movement southward and Northern Hemisphere nights continue lengthening toward the December Solstice. There is something valuable about having an external landscape that reflects transition, because it makes change feel less like a private struggle against ourselves and more like participation in a larger rhythm. Mystical traditions have repeatedly used seasonal cycles as frameworks for understanding human life, although different cultures have interpreted those cycles in very different ways and should not be collapsed into a single imaginary ancient spirituality. What they demonstrate collectively is that people have long found meaning in noticing that time has texture, that one part of the year does not feel identical to another, and that our inner lives can benefit when we occasionally acknowledge those differences.
There is another reason September may be a better moment for certain resolutions: it comes before the end-of-year period rather than after it. Waiting until January can encourage us to treat November and December as months in which normal rules are suspended, with the assumption that everything will somehow be corrected once the calendar changes. A September reset reverses that logic. Instead of arriving at January exhausted, financially stretched and carrying an intimidating collection of resolutions, we can use autumn to establish the habits we want already operating when the New Year arrives. If you begin walking regularly in September, January does not need to inaugurate exercise; if you start examining spending in September, the holiday season can be approached differently e.g., if you establish boundaries around work during autumn, you do not need to wait until burnout forces them upon you. January can become a checkpoint rather than a rescue operation. I find this much more appealing, because genuine change is rarely produced by the symbolic violence of declaring our previous self unacceptable at midnight on December 31st. It develops through small adjustments made whilst ordinary life continues around us.
For the 2026 Autumn Equinox, I would suggest treating the evening of September 22nd as the formal beginning of your personal New Year, not with an elaborate ceremony unless elaborate ceremonies genuinely appeal to you, but with an hour in which you review the year according to seasons rather than months. Ask what began in spring, what expanded during summer, what has now produced something worth harvesting and what no longer deserves to be carried into winter. Then choose what you want your autumn “curriculum” to contain. I like the word curriculum because it implies both intention and humility; you are identifying what deserves study rather than pretending you already possess the answer. Write down what you want to understand by the Winter Solstice, what practice you want to have established and what you are willing to stop doing in order to create the necessary room. The equinox occurs in Boston at 8:05 that evening, providing an unusually precise moment around which to build the exercise if ritual timing appeals to you. There is no cosmic requirement to perform anything at that exact minute, but rituals become powerful partly because specificity prevents intention from remaining indefinitely abstract.
After a lifetime shaped by academic calendars, first in Scotland and now in Boston, I doubt September will ever stop feeling like the beginning of something to me, and I have come to think that this inherited sensation is worth using rather than dismissing as nostalgia. We do not have to choose between January and September, nor declare one the objectively correct beginning of the year, because calendars are tools and different thresholds can serve different purposes. January remains useful for looking at the year numerically, whilst September offers something more seasonal, educational and psychologically familiar: the feeling of returning with a new notebook and discovering that the next chapter has not yet been written. The Autumn Equinox deepens that symbolism by giving us a genuine celestial threshold, a moment when the Sun crosses the celestial equator and the Northern Hemisphere moves astronomically into autumn. :contentReference[oaicite:6]{index=6} If you have spent years making January resolutions that disappear before February, there is little reason to wait for another January before trying a different rhythm. Begin in September. Decide what this next term of your life is intended to teach you, remove what no longer belongs in the syllabus, accept that learning will involve mistakes, and allow the changing season to remind you that a new beginning does not always arrive when the calendar reaches one, sometimes it arrives when the light changes, the schools reopen, the evenings draw in and something deeply familiar within us says that it is time to begin again.