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I want my memory back!

I used to have a great memory. When I was an editor, I could tell you the status of every one of my spec guides, even when I had 15 or 20, without looking at a tracking form. And I guess I still do remember a lot of mostly useless things. But over the last year, my mind is not working as well as it once did. This blog is the perfect example of that. For at least the third time in a year, I wrote most of a post before checking previous ones, only to discover I had written almost the exact post at a different time. Sometimes the titles were even the same. In fact, before I finish this post, I should wade through some old ones. I am 100 percent certain I have written about my failing memory, but I am hopeful just not these words.

I guess I feel strongly about some subjects and/or they are just on my mind a lot at some points. But that is pretty sad. And yet I am fairly certain if a blogger that I have followed for quite some time repeated her post, I would know it.

I was looking through college photos Thursday night and was happy to have recalled most of the events captured in print. I recognized almost everyone, although there were a few people I could not name if my life depended on it. And I was hugging these people?! If nothing else, it made me glad I took so many pictures in college (and disappointed I did not label them all).

I recently checked out a library book about American politics. So far, it has been a dry read, just the kind I remember from college courses. But I am hoping this will be the kind of thing I need to help get my brain working again. Wish me luck.

And, on an unrelated not, like many people, I am thinking and praying for everyone in Haiti. So many others have written and blogged about it and are doing good things, that it just doesn't make sense for me to add anything more. I will, however, relate something that former Baptist minister (at least I think he is not longer one) and former governor Mike Huckabee said in regards to this (and other) tragedies. He said that our faith is how we respond to something. He said it much more eloquently than that, but I think his point was that bad things happen, and it does not mean that God is bad or does these bad things, but our faith helps us to get through it. If I had more time, I would try to find his exact quote. But my kid is waiting for me.

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Lynnette said…
Hey, I just want you to know that I, too, have been feeling like my memory is failing me lately. I can't quite remember things like I used to be able to do. Is this age setting in, because at least for me, being at work should probably be stimulating my brain enough, right? I like your idea about reading some history books. I wish I had the time.

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