As you may have surmised, I struggle with my memory. This is my lesson for anyone interested in improving their memory: only seek to remember one or two things at a time, and only try three if your life does not depend on it. In the real world, like at work when there is work, I do abide by this rule, unless I can make a note.
The problem with notes, my friends, is that one still must exercise one’s memory to decode any sort of cryptic expression that once seemed easy to remember because of the humor or clever clue expressed therein. All of my pockets hold little slips of paper, and most of the time I have no idea what I was trying to tell myself to remember. I don’t know how to fix this, and it is embarrassing when I cannot walk across a hall with more than one mission.
Thankfully, I’m not of the super-smart world-moving echelon of “highly successful people,” and I just try to get by without embarrassing myself on most days. Every once in a while, though, my brain will remember something unusual so people may think that I’ve got something upstairs. Mainly, though, I just smile with my whole heart, and I’m hoping that’s all that matters. I’m not a doctor or a nurse, lawyer, teacher, anything but a respectful meditator and pray-er. I chose to empty my mind so that I could not steal anyone’s creative expression, but ended up with a too blank slate.
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