Today I had a rather unintentional victory.
I completely forgot that today is, or was, or would have been, my wedding anniversary.
I completely forgot, in spite of an encouraging card left on my desk this morning (“Yes, today is a difficult day,” I thought. “It’s Monday, and I’m exhausted from moving, and it’s the first day of the semester… but it’s surely not so bad I need a card!”)
In fact, if it weren’t for a well-intentioned phone call from a family member this evening, I might have gotten all the way to tomorrow without even realizing that today was… today.
Just two months after getting my heart broken, I forgot my wedding anniversary. I think that means I’m doing pretty good.