I started a post late last week, but ran off to chase the kids for one reason or another and when I returned, the gmail format had completely changed and my post was missing. Not just from gmail or my computer, but also from my brain.
I tried to find it last night, but it wasn't in drafts or lurking anywhere else so I just gave up. Part of what sent me on the search was the fact that I remembered starting a blog post... but totally forgot what I was writing about.
This morning I remembered what I was posting about and decided to rewrite it at some point this week. Sure I forget things like everyone else, (especially when it's convenient) but for the most part, I've always had a really good memory. I'm not sure if it's old age creeping in, distraction or just being busy with the kids, but I could NOT believe that I just completely forgot what I had been writing about. How can I forget that, but remember every detail of the funeral that broke my heart? Why can't we pick and choose our details of memory? Ben Franklin said that he had a great memory because he forced himself to forget all of the things that he didn't need to remember. That would be great. Then I could forget my exboyfriends favorite color and remember my blog post.
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