I’ve been trying to think all weekend about how I wanted to address this daunting anniversary. I thought about telling you the story of where I was that day. Or about how in the weeks that followed, when someone would ask me if I was glad that I didn’t still live in NYC, I wouldn’t know how to answer them because, really, I wanted to be there, with fellow New Yorkers, digging through the concrete and emotional ruins.

Or about how the early part of September is a sad time for me personally, has been since 1982. So to have to share my own rough few days with mourners of a national, if not global, tragedy irks me a bit.

Or about how far I don’t think we’ve come since then. How on that day, I thought kids would stop bringing guns to school. That politicians would stop being such selfish bastards. That we would spend time as a country wondering how in the hell we got here, and what we could do to make it better.

This morning though, I woke up with thoughts of my diabetic cat, and how I’m almost out of insulin for him and they stopped making that particular type of insulin and how I’m going to have to figure out how to tide him over until I can either find some outdated Lente or find a vet who will give me guidance about what in the hell to do next. And only after spending a frustrating half hour on the phone with my old vet and my pharmacist step-dad to try to find a way around this problem did I turn on the radio and was reminded that I don’t have a right to be upset about this kind of trivial stuff on a day like today.

Today, I should be focusing on the bigger picture. The forest, not my one little tree.

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