*whistling, scanning the room for inspiration*
Okay, so I have no inspiration right now because I’m mentally spent. Mr M is premiering his first feature film next Wednesday night and when one of the cast said “see you next Wednesday” I had no idea what he was talking about.
Last week my best friend rang me on her wedding anniversary to say hello and I completely forgot to wish her a happy anniversary. I remembered the previous day, but not on the actual day. I rang her today, 11 days late. She wasn’t upset; she understood that sometimes life gets the better of us.
My son turned 8 while we were away in New Zealand last week. I did remember his birthday in the morning and gave him a big motherly hug and smooches; but part way through the day I had forgotten. It was like I had ticked it off my list and therefore it was erased from my mind.
And yet I remember stupid crap like Jon Bon Jovi dated Diane Lane back in the 80’s. You know unless that bit of information wins me a huge pile of money at pub trivia, it needs to get the hell out of my brain.
Although I remember things like I must take 10 minutes everyday and just shut the world out. I remember that I must do some back and neck stretches. I remember that I must sometimes just do one thing at a time.
I must, I must, I must. But I never do…
But, perhaps all this forgetting is a blessing in disguise (or a message). If I can’t remember what it is that I have to do, then I can just do some back and neck stretches; or just shut the world out until I do remember.
Presto. Isn’t it funny how it all comes together in the end?
Even this blog post.