I’m a “to do” list kind of person and after a rather tumultuous week at work for a variety of reasons I came home Friday night when I felt completely out of control and not sure which direction was up so I made a “to do” list for the weekend. And my list made me think…
For a long time I’ve wanted to have a family and be an “adult”. I’m not sure why because this adulting thing is for the birds but it was on my list of things to do so here I am doing it to the best of my ability (which is questionable some days but everyone seems to be alive and in some way thriving). I also have a very distinct memory of me as a kid playing outside on a brisk Fall afternoon and running up the back steps to come inside, presumably for dinner and being smacked in the face with some smell of food cooking and it just is one of those moments that sticks out. At my parents’ house they have a vent fan over the stove that vented into the outside and just happens to be right outside the back door. Nothing special or magical from my childhood and very “basic”. For some reason the juxtaposition of the cold Fall air and the warm smell from the kitchen has cemented itself in my memory and become the template for a quintessential (see all those vocabulary words I’ve stuck in here?!?!) Fall afternoon. And because of this memory I have always associated Fall with family, comfort, and home. Now with a child of my own it’s a different perspective but still the same, the magic is really in the small stuff. Continue reading “Domestic Bliss….right?”
I have something attractive and functional to keep this mom, almost 40 brain from acting like a sieve so I can appear like I’ve got my $hit together!
(A) the fact that I am a mom now
(B) if I’m just an adulting woman in her 30s with more crap to remember
(C) the fact that I’m getting older (I have officially crested and am “on my way to 40”)
(D) all of the above
All I know is that I have noticed a steady decline in the ability of my brain to remember some details in the past few years. It started one day when I was aimlessly wandering around the grocery store parking lot trying to remember where I parked my car and I could not for the life of me remember. I used to be really good at remembering where my car was parked but that memory seemed to take a back burner to all the other things my brain was processing at the time because it just didn’t seem as important. My memory is not the steel trap it was (“rusty and illegal in 37 states”) in my late teens and early twenties when I needed to remember so many lesser details compared to now. Continue reading “Why Can’t I Remember Everything Anymore?”