I haven't posted in a while, but I feel this would be a nice thing to post because this week and this weekend we will be watching a lot about what happened 10 years ago.
About 14 months ago, I moved to Australia to be with my partner. He is a Kiwi, and his family live in a Wonderful place in Auckland New Zealand.
For the last mine 11th of September's I have mostly talked about that day, and hearing the stories of around the world.
This weekend though, we are having a party, because the 11th of September is my Partner's sister's birthday.
We as a species tend to hang onto tragedy, and while I completely understand, the idea of having a party for something completely unrelated is exhilarating. It is a sign for me, that I am not allowing that wretched day to haunt me forever. Once again, people are spending that day to live their lives, make new memories, and happy memories. The date is not a curse... and in the end, it is just a date.
The party is going to be huge. 30th birthday, 70 people, a DJ, catering. It is going to be fantastic. I am going to take photos, where laughter, family, and fun will spill all over the home.
I am looking forward to building new, happy memories for the 9th os September. I will always remember the pain, the fear, and the confusion of that spotless September day 10 years ago, but I will also remember the great things that have come from the date from so many other years.
We live only once, we should embrace the celebration of our lives, and not become consumed by the tragedy.