I have always said I have a great memory. I could remember a million things without writing anything down, appointments, past events, future events, my telephone number when I was a child, the shirt I wore to hear Ross Perot speak at UCSB and all my kids’ birth dates.
But now, nope. I would be lying if I said it did not concern me just a bit. In the past few weeks, I have noticed myself forgetting things. Not like forgetting to take the kids to school or where the clothes go and stuff but random assorted details.
For example, the other day I wanted to ask Dad about going to a restaurant for dinner. Its a local restaurant, one we love and go to on occasion. I pass it almost every day if not 5 times a day. I could not remember the name for the life of me, so I had no choice to google it.
And the other day, it was getting close to bed time and Dad asked me a question from the other room. I am pretty sure I acknowledged hearing the question but when he came into my room, I assume looking for an answer, I had to actually ask him what he asked me. I forgot the question in the 30 seconds it took him to enter the room. And, now for the life of me I can’t remember what his question was let alone my answer.
To make matters worse, I am going to have to cut this post short because I am sitting here trying to remember all the things I can’t remember and I can’t remember them.
Pretty sure its because I have 3 kids who pull me in all sorts of directions, have a business that I am desperately trying to get off the ground, and I am sure there are reasons but I can’t remember them.
Sure, hope I am not alone.