For years, I’ve always saved my favorite wall
calendars. For instance, if I paid over $15 for one, or if that year was
particularly busy and the calendar was profusely hand-written-in with noted activities,
a sort of journal of events for that year. Some of the old calendars were
cherished gifts from friends or a loved one and I’m so glad I kept them. But best
of all, I discovered that I could reuse them during a future matching year.
My collection, although not complete because some
years were lost, dates back to 1990 and I can always find one to match the
current year (watch out for the month of February because it can’t make up its’
mind whether it has 28 or 29 days!) Then I enjoy the chosen calendar by not
only noting current dated activities, but by reading the past ones and
remembering. Sometimes I wonder how I ever kept up during that past twin year
when things were generally a havoc of activities for months at a time.
Nowadays, wall calendars have been replaced by electronic
devices with convenient calendars, notepads, timers, reminders, etc., but I
still like to have a wall calendar hanging on my wall in the kitchen and in my
office, not only to remind me of the day, but to remind me of the past. Those
days in olden times that surely raced by while we scrambled inside our
schedules and forgot how well we lived our lives. A record of small daily goals
achieved and successes flaunted in dark red pen with balloons added for fun, a
celebration of trivial things, those that happen every day and continue into
the future and a peaceful reminder of our daily efforts to live our lives as
best we could, back in 1997…
© 2014 Linda Gatewood
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