In my youth, the Chicago Public Schools started their school year the day after Labor Day. Always.
I can remember my mother taking me shopping for wool clothes in August! Trying on wool skirts in a small neighborhood store with only a fan blowing hot air. But, what excitement prevailed. It was a new school year!
And it meant a new beginning. New pens; new rulers; new paper; new notebooks. Possibly new friends and definitely new teachers.
So, I always think of my year starting the day after Labor Day. And, that's why I'm going to be working on my business plan NOW. And, set up all my activites on my new calendar.
Could never understand how a cold, winter night could start a new year. And, I suspect that back in our early history either Fall or Spring would have been the beginning of the year.

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