The Mind is a Terrible Thing to Waste

Thanks to those who left encouraging comments about my memory loss episode. Here's the outcome of that incident: I summoned my courage first thing yesterday morning and called the office to see when there would be an opening. Miraculously, there was one later that day!

I made the phone call in the presence of my husband, and as soon as I was off the phone he put me through a tutorial on how to set text alarms--yes, plural!--for my Google calendar software so that I would receive gentle beeping reminders of the impending appointment.

I also put together a packet of my cards and a Starbucks gift card to soothe my conscience. I presented them to Stephanie, who immediately said I didn't have to do that. I responded firmly that I most certainly did need to, and I walked out of the office with a lighter heart.

This experience forced me examine how important my "got it together" image is to me, and how it makes me appear "just a wee bit superior" (to quote The Church Lady from SNL). Eeewww....

I want to defend myself and explain why forgetting is something I try to avoid at all costs, but that's not what the lesson of this experience is supposed to be. What is important is recognizing that I need to be less proud of what I can tick off my "to do" list each day and more concerned about accurately presenting myself to others...forgetfulness and all. That's what the last two posts have been my attempt to do. If you are dancing a jig because you finally saw me slip up, I understand.