Some anniversaries are cause for celebration. Some are cause for regret. Some are unremarkable and pass by without notice.
Birthdays are great. Wedding anniversaries can go either way. I’m just saying.
I don’t really know why we put such stock in the passage of one year. Or why we have to commemorate in some way the things that happen to us. I’m just going to chalk it up to human nature. We have a tendency to look for significance. Something to take us out of the ordinary for a little while.
“Special” is a two-edged sword.
Three years ago on this date, a horse tried to kick me to death. He almost succeeded.
This is not an anniversary that I celebrate. And I have a lot of regrets surrounding the whole thing.
But, you know, on the whole, my life is good enough and I’m just happy to still be living it.