2-28-11. The date of my final Divorce Decree. Each year since I question if my divorce-a -versary is an anniversary to celebrate or mourn. Some years were celebrated. Some years were mourned. In the past, I’ve arranged shopping trips, a girls’ day out, bought myself presents, and “enjoyed” celebratory meals. But, inside, I wasn’t in a celebratory mood. The celebrating wasn’t genuine. I was still feeling like a failure. Still questioning my worth. What about that is worth celebrating? The years I mourned the day were confusing for me. Was it the marriage I mourned? Was it losing myself? Was I feeling betrayed? What was the twenty-eighth doing to me? It wasn’t until this year that I realized the day is just a day. See, the date my divorce was finalized was/is an arbitrary date. We didn’t choose it like we chose our wedding date. The court did. It really wasn’t about us. The marriage was already over. This was just the date that a court clerk got around to filing and stamping the paperwork. So, 2-28-18 is just a day of the week this year. Now, I have one less reminder that can haunt me. I’m changing my perspective on the end of February. It’s the time of year that gauges progress. The time of year that I take a conscious look and reflect on how far I’ve come. Now that’s worth celebrating………… not a silly date.