anagramofbrat | Wellp.

While wishing Amanda what I thought was a belated happy birthday (it turned out to be a day early) I happened to look down at the actual date and go "huh." While it had flitted through my brain in passing a few times this month, I managed to clean forget yesterday that the date had any personal significance once upon a time. I remember while in the thick of things breaking down that I'd welcome a time where it just became another day. I guess that time is now, but I'm feeling reasonably mixed about it. Glad that an otherwise arbitrary point on a calendar no longer causes me any sort of pain or regret or sting or whatever. Also a little sad that it no longer does, if that makes any sense. That chapter of my life is very definitely closed, and while I'm by no means unhappy about that... I guess the finality of that is causing interesting fee-fees.

I'm not going to be bitchy and be all "So long old anniversary, now you're just another day" like some folk I could name, but... I don't know. Felt I should briefly mark its passing while i had a minute.