Am I The Only One?
I'm already having a case of the Mondays. Big time.
And it seems like with the e-n-d-l-e-s-s recap of 9/11 stuff today that it's just making things worse.
Don't get me wrong. I don't want to forget. I don't think I could ever forget.
I just also am starting to feel that familiar grip at the pit of my stomach and that anxious squeeze around my lungs.
Those days after 9/11 were hard. Everywhere you went. There was NO escape. Typically escapist media--television, magazines, some blogs--were given over to the shell-shock, fear and rumour.
We were only on the edge of one of the ripples, but we still plunged headlong into some really hard times. In fact, while it's been "five whole years", we spent about 3.5 of those years struggling uphill.
All this coverage today brings back the sense memory of what it was like to be at the base of the hill. And I can't figure out why we are doing this to ourselves.