When was the last time a date leapt up and challenged you to remember why it is important, or even why it used to be important? For me that seems to happen every day, a sense of day-ja vu, if you know what I mean. And then I have to rack my brains trying to figure it out. Most times I never come up with the reason for the day’s importance, but on the rare occasions that I do, it is always eye opening.
Like July 21st, for example. I met my first steady girlfriend on that day in 1996, and as chance would have it, the day also happened to be my first wife’s birthday. But now the day means absolutely nothing to me, aside from being a lovely day to barbecue. Funny how that happens, huh?
And then there’s January 3rd, the anniversary of the very first day I became a teacher in my own classroom. It was overwhelming and fascinating at the same time, but now the date is relegated to history since I am no longer teaching. Every year on that day, however, I still pause to remember it.
Which brings me to November 30th, the day I first created this blog. I had no idea then what it would mean to me nearly a year later, but I do remember it like it was yesterday. And the date was very important too, because it was the last day of NaNoWriMo, and I was so exhausted and yet so fulfilled from writing so much. Then I celebrated… by writing some more.
And I’m still writing. While those date footprints continue to spread out behind me.
Sam
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