I get what you're saying, AVRT, and I even agree with it--intellectually. But I can't seem to escape from the fact that in my life there was a before...and then there was an after. They are almost like two different lives. And in the fall, when the "after" time started, there is almost a sense of romance for me each year remembering the joy of it...of conquering the Beast, as it were.
Oh well. I don't celebrate. But I do remember.