This month had a lot of “special” days in it such as finishing a short story, my birthday, those kind of things. It also holds the one-year anniversary of my dog’s death but I didn’t let yesterday or today get to me. I’m a bit ashamed of myself really because while I was emotional about it, I didn’t feel as emotional as I expected myself to. If that makes any sense. I miss her although now I’m focused on the good things rather than the bad ones. I know that’s a good thing, I guess. Means I’m moving on or whatever. I can’t believe it’s been a year though…because I look back to see what I’ve accomplished in that year and it’s not very much. But I’m getting my shit together. Better late than never.