LOST: My Mind
I’m like an elephant. No, I don’t have an ass the size of a tractor-trailer and I can’t paint with my nose. However, I do have an affinity for peanuts…
*Drags the subject back on track and gets to the important part of the analogy* I never forget. Well, hardly ever.
But lately, hardly ever is getting much more frequent.
I completely blanked on the name of one of the commissioners of a town in my beat. I forgot about plans made over two weeks ago and ended up missing a chance to hang out with friends. I forgot how much I love hanging with Laureen.
I forgot not to drink too much over the weekend and ended up making quite an impression with the folks at 2nd Street Annie’s. I forgot how out of shape I was and rode Rosie a little too aggressively. Now I have a welt the size of a fist on my bum.
I forgot about the stack of bills in the office and my story assignments. I can remember all of the AP requirements for state abbreviations, but somehow I’ve forgotten my keys on the kitchen table three times in the past week.
I’ve forgotten what I’m trying to accomplish with this entry…
Maybe needing to walk around in constant possession of my day planner and a pen is a sign that my life is just getting fuller. Or maybe I’m taking on too much and need to give my overworked and under appreciated brain a rest. Maybe I'm just going crazy.
So if it seems that I’ve forgotten you, please don’t take it personally. All I need is a little reminder.
*Drags the subject back on track and gets to the important part of the analogy* I never forget. Well, hardly ever.
But lately, hardly ever is getting much more frequent.
I completely blanked on the name of one of the commissioners of a town in my beat. I forgot about plans made over two weeks ago and ended up missing a chance to hang out with friends. I forgot how much I love hanging with Laureen.
I forgot not to drink too much over the weekend and ended up making quite an impression with the folks at 2nd Street Annie’s. I forgot how out of shape I was and rode Rosie a little too aggressively. Now I have a welt the size of a fist on my bum.
I forgot about the stack of bills in the office and my story assignments. I can remember all of the AP requirements for state abbreviations, but somehow I’ve forgotten my keys on the kitchen table three times in the past week.
I’ve forgotten what I’m trying to accomplish with this entry…
Maybe needing to walk around in constant possession of my day planner and a pen is a sign that my life is just getting fuller. Or maybe I’m taking on too much and need to give my overworked and under appreciated brain a rest. Maybe I'm just going crazy.
So if it seems that I’ve forgotten you, please don’t take it personally. All I need is a little reminder.