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Damn. If I don't put something in my Calendar, it just ceases to exist. I was here for the coaching calls I was receiving, but not here for the call I was suppose to make to my coach.
My memory is just not reliable enough to use as an existence system. My ex, Jan, used to pride herself on being able to remember her entire schedule. And she always did look like she was 100% effective at it. She did have a scheme. Then cam menopause and the mushy brain side effect that so many women experience. Suddenly (over the spaced of six months), she went from impeccable memory for her schedule to no memory for anything. Man, did that piss her off.
I, on the other hand, have never had a reliable memory for this kind of thing. I was also lousy at writing things down. So I compensated by having nothing planned. That was not rewarding or satisfying.
Love. Cause, in the end is the end. Waiting is only training in waiting.
My memory is just not reliable enough to use as an existence system. My ex, Jan, used to pride herself on being able to remember her entire schedule. And she always did look like she was 100% effective at it. She did have a scheme. Then cam menopause and the mushy brain side effect that so many women experience. Suddenly (over the spaced of six months), she went from impeccable memory for her schedule to no memory for anything. Man, did that piss her off.
I, on the other hand, have never had a reliable memory for this kind of thing. I was also lousy at writing things down. So I compensated by having nothing planned. That was not rewarding or satisfying.
Love. Cause, in the end is the end. Waiting is only training in waiting.