Okay, I was going over my previous posts and I noticed that all the posts in one category (that would be ‘lifestyle‘) dealt with a single issue (that would be my penchant for spending hours on end in my hammock)… and then I realized that when I thought about my future plans for that category my mind kept turning back to, you guessed it: hammocks, so to make a long story short, that category was renamed ‘hammock life‘.
I know this is a weird category to have in a blog that is supposed to be mostly about reading and writing, but considering the number of hours I spend reading in the thing, maybe it is not that much of a stretch.
Today is a weird day. For most of my life December 27 has been a day to be remembered and celebrated. No, it is not my birthday, or my anniversary in the traditional sense of the word, but it is a day that marked one of the most important turning points in my life. The thing is that in the past few years my life has changed and what it was supposed to celebrate no longer quite seems to apply, not to mention that there is no one here with me who actually understands what this day actually means to me… and yet as far as I am concerned it is a date that still matters. The thing is that ex-anniversaries are not one of those milestones that are supposed to be celebrated, there are no greeting cards to commemorate them, but they are still there, they are still a part of who we are… and they still matter.