If I could remember even half the stuff I have forgotten over the years I would know so much I’d be amazing. Instead, my mind is like a steel trap, rusty and illegal in 37 states. These days it seems like more falls out than stays in. In addition, the stuff that does stay in can be so random. Instead of remembering the color scheme of a hotel I stayed in on a business trip or the punchline from a joke I learned 40 years ago, I would like to remember more pertinent things like folks’ names and the special place I put something because I was sure I would never forget the place.
I have always had an oddly selective memory, but not like this. Now I live into a state of the forever spinning Rolodex – the wheels keep spinning as I hopelessly try and retrieve wherever it was my mind put the information I seek. It is maddening.
I blame perimenopause for this. Of course, that is one word I never forget – perimenopuase – it is the cause of so many of my ills these days. I want to be done with perimenopause and all its woes, but perimenopause isn’t done with me – go figure. there are, after all, 34 symptoms that can befall a woman in the new forty on any given day.