I forgot to put on a bracelet I meant to wear today. I reminded myself to put it on, I remember that clearly, and yet somehow, here I sit, no bracelet.
Memory is weird.
Like dreams. Sometimes you remember the whole thing, clear as a movie, almost complete with credits, and others, just that vague feeling you’ve been elsewhere.
And it can fail us. In the midst of writing this post, a friend told me his mom was recently diagnosed with alzheimers. Something so intangible can feel so permanent.
Sometimes we live in our memories. I’m not sure how good that is.
And all this over a forgotten bracelet. Have a great Wednesday.