I used to do a calendar for my family every year. Mostly I did nature pictures, with very few of people (mostly because I didn’t ask permission for the photos). It was a nice gift, relatively useful. It had the advantage of ending up in the recycle bin after a year and not accumulating dust of a shelf somewhere.
Last year at this time, all my photos from the year before made me sad, since it was the end of my relationship with my ex-. There were so many solitary walks, so many things I did on my own because he wouldn’t join me. Even happy memories with him made me sad because we hadn’t managed to stay together. I did all this to myself, the separation and everything, but it didn’t make me less sad.
So this year, I’ve made a calendar again. It’s been an entire year with the Far-Away-Boy, a year’s worth of lovely memories.
For one entire year, I’ve been happy.