The New Rules, Reiterated

Hubby and I both forgot our anniversary a couple of weeks ago.  It dawned on me over the weekend that we'd missed it...again.  I'm not good with the anniversary/birthday/spec ial event thing.

I wonder if that's because, as I was growing up, we never celebrated anything.  I'd get a birthday gift and Christmas gifts, I got cards for my Mom and Dad and bought gifts when I could.  It always felt like work, though, even (or especially) when I was the recipient.  "Celebration" was never a word that had much meaning to me.  Observances of that type were onerous and treacherous.  Bad things were guaranteed to happen; they were danger zones that cropped up from time to time in the endless, gray progression of time.

As I grew older, I learned how important it is to honor special days or rites of passage.  Celebrating became a "should" in my life.   If I'm a mentally healthy, spiritually grounded person, I should incorporate some times for rejoicing in my life.  That's the rule.

Unfortunately, because it was never a part of my growing-up experience, those observances never became a habit.  It feels like something I've tacked onto my life and, when I forget anniversaries or birthdays, I feel like a failure.   If I manage to remember and make special arrangements for festivities, it's stressful and joyless. It's a lose-lose proposition.

Every day I get up in the morning and give thanks for all of the blessings in my life, past and present.  This is celebration, also.  I have to remind myself that I'm not a failure if I forget "special" events (including my own birthday).  I have to remind myself that, because every morning begins with prayer, every single day is a celebration. 

Hubby and I forget our anniversary on a regular basis.  It doesn't mean we don't love each other or that either of us feels unloved because we've forgotten.  It's a thing we laugh about together. 

I'm trying to learn to let myself be as I am, especially right now as I continue to struggle with fatigue and pain.  Learning that lesson and living it is its own challenge.  Everything in my life is exactly as it should be, including the consequences of a life I did not choose.  I'm officially lightening up.