I am a forgetter.
That’s why I have a few things I have to put into place so that I don’t lose my mind:
Important things have places: Keys have a place, handbag has a place, camera has a place, passports have a place, chapstick has several places.
I write lists: groceries, chores, emails to return, thank yous to write, errands to run, movies i want to watch, books i want to read, people i want to call, sewign projects I want to do, dinner menus, a long-standing packing list that I can change/edit as needed, home projects I want to conquer, blog post ideas (this is so not one of them).
I blog and journal and write.
I take photos.
Yup, lots of ways I cope with my forgetfulness. (I know I’m forgetting some!!)
But there is also a plus side to being forgetful…
I sometimes (often, actually) forget the hard stuff.
I forget disagreements. I forget bouts of sickness. I forget periods of self-doubt or insecurity.
Really, I do. (Most of the time at least.)
I’m not making this up. I actually forget.
Maybe someone would say that I block out the bad stuff? I don’t think so, becuase the major (hard) stuff is still crystal clear in my memory. It’s just that I tend to remember the highlights more than the lowlights.
And I like that about myself, as frustrating as the rest of my forgetfulness is.
Why did I start to write this post in the first place? I seriously can’t remember. (Not saying that to be funny or cute… there’s nothing cute about forgetfulness. Arg.)
And now look, it’s ridiculous. ANother ridiculous one.
Sorry guys. I’m up past my bedtime. Again.
Q for you: Are you a forgetter? Does it drive you nuts? Or are you glad?
p.s. I’ve been thinking about deep stuff so much lately. Guess I just needed to think/write about something… shallow?
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Adriel also writes on motherhood and parenting at The Mommyhood Memos.