So you'd think today would have been an emotional day. Thinking back to how I felt on that day…

The shock of the second plane hitting and the realization it wasn't an accident. My "spider-sense" tingling telling me to leave the area (which is the only reason I wasn't covered in dust, or worse, minutes later). The wonder as I heard the rumbling, looked up and saw the first tower coming down. The fear as I ran. The numbness as I walked across the Manhattan Bridge, even as the second tower came down, seemingly on top of my head. The pain in my legs as I walked. The relief as I found a dollar van to take me most of the way home. The exhaustion as I collapsed in my bed. The sadness at the loss of live and knowing that the world was never going to be the same again. And mostly, the anger.

I can't imagine what I would have said if asked "What will you be doing 5 years from today?" I probably wouldn't have been the world would still be turning. Nuclear bombs, anthrax, weaponized ebola… All of them would have been floating around my mind as I was convinced the worst was yet to come.

And today… there was nothing. No emotional response what so ever. I didn't feel sad or angry. It could have been the 10^th or the 12^th and it wouldn't have made any difference to me.

Does this mean I'm in the "I forgot" stage of "Never forget" or am I just "better"? ?