Just a minor twinge in passing

Last year was the first time that I skipped Consonance since the convention began and it took a significant act of willpower and pre-planning not to cave at the last minute and attend, expecting against logic and experience that things would somehow be different. This year, a passing post reminded me last week that it was coming up and I only felt a momentary twinge. I imagine it's the sort of twinge one might feel years after a divorce when the date of the wedding anniversary came around. Wistful, envious, but no longer sad.