Can I be honest?
I almost forgot.
It's been an incredibly insane week for me. I'm completely on my own now. And with a tight drop off and commute schedule and evening commitments every night this week, trying to figure out where I'll be fitting in a bike ride and what I'm going to wear to the events over the weekend and how my son is getting home and which deadlines I'm about to hit and my daughter's volleyball practice and bills that are due...
and just life in general.
Then yesterday afternoon, I realized it was September 10th. The anniversary of the last day of the old normal. I looked at my kids and said, "Hey, tomorrow is September 11th." They weren't even born when it happened. Their faces were somber. They knew the date. They had probably been talking about it at school. I sighed for a moment, sad for them that they'll never know what life was like before that day.
But there's something I keep thinking about today... about the fact that I almost forgot. It's been fourteen years -- just a blip in time, really -- and we're living a new normal that looks a lot like the one on September 10th fourteen years ago. At least my little family is.
I was listening to a story from Ground Zero this morning. The reporter talked about how the vast expanse that was once a tragic void is now alive with people. It's like a living tribute... that act of going on, experiencing their time in the sun. If we learned anything that day, it's that nothing is certain. Each day, no matter how annoying the morning commute or the endless worrying, is an amazing opportunity to simply live.
I almost forgot. Maybe that's okay? I don't mean that it's good to forget what happened or to forget the heroes of the day or how our country came together to mourn. I don't mean that at all. But I get the sense that we're all getting to be okay now. Or at least, okay in this new normal.
I almost forgot.
But then I remembered.
I remembered to live in the moment for those that no longer do.