One Is Just A Number

For 46 years for me and 95 years for her, February 22 was just my Grandma's birthday. Yes, she shared it with George Washington, but the significance ended there. It was just Grandma's birthday. Then 11 years ago today, it became the day that X told me he wanted a divorce. It went from Grandma's birthday to one of the worst days of my life, forever marked as a terrible day to be mourned every year. But what if I turned it into just another day. I will always remember it as my Grandma's birthday, turning to fond memories of her and wishing I could still have celebrated with her these past 22 years since she's been gone, but what if it was again, just that - Grandma's birthday. Is it healthy to mark it has one of my worst days? What if it was just the thing I needed? I'm not saying that the heartbreak was a good thing but there are plenty of sayings that indicate that it is in the breaking that we are healed. What if it was the day that I was

I thought it was pretty ironic that this week's word was better when that was a word I thought might be my word of the year and that I wanted it to be applied to being better about blogging then I don't post in Five Minute Friday until Saturday. It was just like every other aim I had for 2019 that here on January 12 I have let go by the wayside. When you can't remember how to log into your blog and almost have to ask Google to help, you know it has been a long time since you have blogged. But then I decided to let myself off the hook because yesterday was a busy, productive day for me. I worked at my second job all morning, then went to a meeting at my second job. I had to run to the grocery store to get the seventh layer of my seven-layer dip, cheese, because I forgot to get it when I purchased the other ingredients, then go home and make that dip. Finally I delivered my dip to the fun retirement party I went to last night where the above cake was a prominent feature