Criminy. When I started up my blog again on the day after Christmas, I had just read an article on the significance of the twelve days following Christmas: this author explained that these twelve days were "empty" and that, by being observant, a person could find symbols (usually in the natural world) in each of the days that could provide a glimpse of what was to happen in each of the corresponding months that year. So something that might strike me on the first day would be a foreshadowing of a larger event in January; something I noted on the second day would prepare me for something occurring in February and so on. I'm pretty sure that I garbled up what the author meant, but anyway, I was intrigued, so jumped in give it a try.
Tonight I went back to try to refresh my memory on the meaning of the twelve days. Unfortunately, I couldn't find the original place where I read about the twelve days, but found a vast jumble of facts in a whole lot of other websites on the subject.
As it turns out, I knew even less than I thought -- most importantly, that the first day of Christmas is actually Christmas Day, December 25. As I began my twelve days on the 26th, I actually started reblogging on the second day of Christmas but incorrectly titled it The First Day of Christmas. How do I correct this error? Do I change the dates? That seems wrong. Change the titles completely to wipe away my mistake? That's even wronger. Leave it as-is and hope no one from the Days of Christmas Police notices? Probably: the chance that anyone would ever notice is other-galaxy remote. And if someone did note my mistake, it's even remoter that they would care. And even if they did care, so what?
More to the point, I am laughing to see how anxious I am to get everything "right". It bugs me that I'm a day off. It annoys me that I can't figure out how to salvage the observations I made for each day so that I can apply them to the correct month. I realize that the whole thing is silly, but I can't help that. I have nothing for the first day (December 25) and all the rest are a day off. The only one who cares is me. Soooooooo....
On the Eleventh Day of Christmas, I toyed with the idea of fixing a mistake and decided instead to pat it on the head and move along. So this is me moving along.
(Thank God that tomorrow is the twelfth - and last - day of Christmas).