Ever since I remember myself, I've used what can most conveniently be called the "normal" calendar. You know, the one with January, February, etc. Of course, thanks to living in Israel, I at least knew the names and order of the Hebrew months, and could vaguely recall which month we're in (according to the school holidays).
As I gradually became more observant, the Hebrew calendar started occupying a more important place in my life. I became acquainted, apart from holidays, with fasts, the beginning of each month, and the weekly Torah portion. I found out my Hebrew birth date and started celebrating my birthday according to the Hebrew calendar.
Last week, my mother called me and offered her congratulations. I was a bit baffled. Did I reach such a point of new-mommy confusion that I forgot my birthday? Can't be, we're not even close to summer yet, I told myself. "It's your first anniversary," - she said, - "March 25-th!"
And so I realized that I didn't even have to make a conscious decision to mark our anniversary on its Hebrew date. Even without knowing it, it was the only date I remembered, and the only one that matters.
I still follow the world's calendar, more or less, for various reasons - such as paying the bills and publishing my notes here. I do believe that Blogger should introduce a Hebrew calendar option, though.
Of course, with how days and weeks blend into one another ever since our little Shira joined us, sometimes I feel as though I'm back at my point of start: I can only vaguely recall which month it is.