Mark Twain said, “Of all the things I’ve lost, I miss my mind the most.” I hear ya’ Mr. Twain. I used to have a mind…a fairly fabulous mind that I used to its full capacity more often that not. But that fairly fabulous mind seems to be missing in action these days.
It all started with random incidents of misplacing my mental capacity in busy times. It was akin to misplacing my keys, if I stopped scavenging around and searching aimlessly I could usually focus long enough to find them. But then came perimenopause – the ultimate black hole – and my fairly fabulous mind has been lost ever since. Names, my vocabulary, my attention span, and my ability to form semi-intelligent sentences have all fallen into a deep, dark crevice that leaves me bumbling around.
I hear that I will find my mind again in time, but in the short term I will continue to miss it terribly. In the meantime, I will plod along scavenging for it.
Day one thousand one hundred and ninety-two of the new forty – obla di obla da