Are first anniversaries more significant than the following ones?
In a way, yes. During the first year, you don’t know what you’re doing. You’re learning all the time. You find out which of your expectations are on the money (not all that many) and you discover stuff you’d never have imagined. You find out if you can do this.
And maybe the highs seem higher, the lows lower in this first year-long roller coaster ride?
From now on, you’ve been there before. You have a history. You’re not the rookie anymore.
I’ve been wandering the beach by myself for hours, the sky overhead mirroring my gloomy mood. Dunno what made me look up but I’m glad I did. I’d have missed how the sunset lights up the houses otherwise. Stroke of luck, I suppose.
I’ve been walking to clear my head. I think I did but I don’t like these new thoughts that have popped up.
Then again, Tim and I’ve been going on holiday together for a decade. Isn’t it telling that I finally take a photo worth writing home about with the two of us out of the picture?
There’s nothing like watching yourself say goodbye to the man you love at the airport. You’re doing your best to keep it together. He might detect a hint of moisture in your eyes. But your breathing is steady, your voice sounds as usual, your words belie the turmoil you’ve disguised so well.
He says he’ll be back, he has to go home to get a few things in order. You don’t know what things. For all you know, he has a wife there. But who are you to quarrel.
To his back as he walks airside you whisper, ‘Farewell, scoundrel’.
If you’re interested in reading about how I keep coming up with ideas, I shed a little light on the process in my second mslexia guest post.