I don’t know where the time goes. I started this blog because I wanted to have a place to write down the words and ideas that I have circulating around in my head. But, I haven’t posted anything in quite a while. I already have 3 different draft posts on various subjects started, but which I never get around to finishing. From the beginning I wanted to only post full essays, edited, well thought out, and having some sort of point. But, while I start them, I don’t seem to be able to carve out the time to actually finish them. Its probably a matter of discipline. I’m not very good at being disciplined. I always find an excuse to do something else or change my mind or just plain procrastinate. Also, I don’t seem to be able to concentrate on stuff the way I used to. Along with my waistline, my concentration has left the building. It must be part of my control-freak recovery program. Once I decided to stop trying to control everything, I discovered that I couldn’t control anything anymore. I’m beginning to resemble a chicken without a head more and more and feel like I’m sitting in a rubber dingy, floating aimlessly on a small sea. Occasionally, I make land and actually get something done but that is rare. And after I actually accomplish something, it doesn’t take long before I completely forgot what I did. I don’t think its Alzheimers yet. I think even when I was much younger, I had a bad memory for certain kinds of things. But I used to keep a written record of what I had done so I could remember it later. But I don’t write anything down anymore so its as though my memories are now etched in water. Oh dear, it seems that my control-freak recovery program is now also recking havoc with metaphor production.
Now, where was I? Oh yes – writing this blogg. So Ive been thinking that maybe I should set my goal or maybe my aim a bit lower. Not so low that I find myself writing about what I ate for breakfast but maybe just shorter pieces. And they don’t have to actually have a point. Sort of like this piece but maybe more interesting.
Let’s see if that works.
Janet
When you can’t remember where you put your keys, that’s just forgetfulness. Alzheimer’s is when you can’t remember what to do with them.