I don’t know what it is about dates.
As human creatures we are hard wired to acknowledge anniversaries and build memorials. We can’t let the date just change to the next day without remember the last time we passed by this way. What was it like then?
It’s the magic of the Timehop App, and the genius of journals and the heart behind the command to build piles of stones in the wilderness: that we would mark and remember and consider.
A few weeks ago, I woke up on a 5th. It was the 12th time that number had popped up on my calendar since last December. It has been a year of 5th’s since one of the hardest days of my life.