About once a year, usually sometime between November and February, I buy a new calendar/planner and take an afternoon to transfer all important dates over to the new year.
It’s bittersweet. On the one hand, I love the spark of organization that comes with the dawn of a new year. The pride that accompanies my newfound desire for productivity. On the other, it reminds me of still-dear friends…and of friends who’ve drifted away. Once a year, I look in my little book and make the hard decision about whether or not your birthday gets marked down to be remembered in the coming year.
It’s more than a little sad when you realize that you haven’t wished someone a happy birthday in several years, and then one year, you just don’t write that precious date down in your planner and it’s as if a tie has been severed.
The thing I realized this year is that it doesn’t matter whether or not your birthday is marked down in my little black book, because I’ll forget I even have a planner in just a couple of weeks and will rely solely on social media to remind me to celebrate the anniversary of your birth.
Happy 2012 everyone!