The last few months, I’ve done more walking into a room and wondering why I went in there than I have in the past. I am not concerned about it. I am just noticing it more and more.
I decided that a lot of it is that I have so much in my head that it is all trying to make itself important at once. I described it to a coworker as a traffic jam in my head, and everything comes to the same spot at once. It brings everything to a stop and I wonder what I’m doing.
That’s my new catch phrase… “what was I doing?” I sidetrack easily. Lists are my friend. My calendar, too. If it’s not on the calendar, it probably won’t happen. Talking to myself is important too. If I hear it, it is more likely to be remembered.
I don’t see an end in sight for less stuff to be in my head. I just have to continue plodding along. Maybe I’ll install a traffic light in my brain?