I sit with one of four remote controls pointed at the menu screen on television for a full 35 seconds. Then it dawns on me to ask myself, "What in the world was I going to do?" I glance at the remote in my hand then back at the television screen, and the menu reminds me that I must want to change the channel.
I take a good look at the remote to see if I have the right one for whatever it was I intended to do. It's not so, I put it down and pick up another one, change the channel, and take a second to see if that is really what I want to watch. Okay I got that done.
Twice today already, I’ve gone into a room to get something, and by the time I get there I forget what I went there for. Looks like it's going to be one of those days!
As get older, I have to remind myself to “be kinder to myself and be less critical of myself”. I have to become more of a friend to myself. What difference does it make if I get what I went into a room for the first time or if I have to make three trips to get it? I’m blessed to be able to walk into a room because I could be fertilizer by now.
I realize I am sometimes forgetful. But truth be told, some things in life are just as well forgotten. I know I’m glad to have forgotten a lot of things that happened on the journey from yesteryear to today. Eventually I’ll remember the important things, somewhere along the way.
Every once in a while something will happen and I’ll remember an event from the past. When that event was not a good one, I always say OUT LOUD…”Thank God, I had forgotten about that”!
I am truly blessed to have lived long enough to have forgotten many of the bad things that happened in the past. I am now blessed to have lived long enough to sometimes forget the purple ball point pen I went in the room for.