That’s one of the signs that make up the landscape of our refrigerator. Beautiful Wife lives with chronic pain brought on by a variety of things. She spent six weeks in a class basically designed to teach her, “Yeah, you have pain, you’re always going to have pain, now what are you going to do about it?”

I was thinking about that the past week as I surfed around and saw that the media was moving us from “Remembering Katrina” to “Remembering 9/11.”

Yeah, like we’ve had a chance to forget.

It struck me, rather hard I might add, that the pain of 9/11 had indeed made decisions for me for these last five years.

I’m not saying that 9/11 shouldn’t have been a life-changing moment for me or anyone else, how could it not, but I’m beginning to wonder exactly how far it’s gotten into my life.

I’m not “celebrating” 9/11 this year. I didn’t pick a victim to blog about in rememberance. I’m not going to dredge up the “where was I and what was I doing?” story. I refuse to emote once again on that day in history. My Mom and Dad were part of the greatest generation and I don’t remember them ever beating their breasts or reliving where they were on December 7th. Ever.

It’s enough already. Five years of reopening that wound again and again and again is enough. It’s time.

No, we should never forget, but for the love of all that’s good and right and decent, it’s time we moved on.

9/11 is not a holy day. 9/11 is not a national holiday, and I hope it never is.

It’s enough. Get past it. Let it go.

And if this pisses you off, fine. Let me have it. Rage at me. Get it all out. Do whatever it takes to get it out so that 9/11 will stop making your decisions for you.

Yeah, it hurts, what are you going to do about it?