The Date

What can I write about ‘the date’? What does that conjure up in my head? Emptiness. Of course a lot of happy memories come up: meeting Cam, our wedding, opening our first shop... some sad ones too, but nothing that jumped out and said, “This is *the* date”. For a second then I was going to launch into a lament about how I am still waiting for that elusive ‘date’: the moment that marks my discovery of the self. And then I realised it is now. “The date”, whatever it may be that we look back upon in happiness or sadness is remembered for the feelings it evoked in your presence. In the present. Every moment has the opportunity and significance of being ‘the date’, should you chose to imbue it with those colours. Today will be one of those dates to look back upon.

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