This morning, I went to cross out the date on my wall calendar and noticed that I actually hadn’t touched it in two weeks. The last two rows of November, all unmarked. A daily habit that had slipped my mind recently.
I slashed each of the boxes, fourteen X’s in a row, to play catch up with the passage of time. And then, I recalled the additional indulgences that I’d given into the last month: piles of dishes left in the sink, late bedtimes, sweets.
Anyway, it’s December, a new month and a new page. May I remember to cross out the box every day.