Just note the fucking date

Every once in a while I do things like this.
There ain't no accounting for it at all.
It just is part of who I am in life.
There was a lot of processing going on this day.
There are just dates that have old meanings.
They became meaningless in the divorce, but I remember them.
I always think about them as they arrive.
I always compare the days with how they were before divorce.
Every single one has been better since then, all but one.
But this is not a day for that one.
This is a day for the many.
This is a day for Joy and voice and happiness.
So I present to you a man on a chilly beach.
It sure looks like a random photo, but obviously it is not.
This location has hosted many events in my life.
It is on Ocean Boulevard in Myrtle Beach SC.
I have been "forced" to rent the house that is behind me.
It is the location of my photo on 4-06-08 (tossing the tube).
And today it is where I took this photograph above.
Let me give you a taste of those three events.
The first one made me feel crappy and small.
I had no voice to protest and no ability to be heard.
The second was angry and defiant to its core.
I had a voice but all I could do with it was scream.
And finally the third one above is me currently.
I have a voice and I know how to use it.
I accept all the other events that got me to this one.
I actually laugh at the fact that that house sleeps 20.
Three totally different feelings in their own times.
Same shit different day?
Not even close.