I’m a forgetful person. My mom has kindly told me that it’s because I’m so smart. “You’re so worried about the bigger things that you lose track of all the tinier things.” … Tiny things like my keys or wallet. Tiny things like the occasional homework.
To some extent, she’s right. I lose track of things because my mind is preoccupied- dancing an endless dance between worries and excitement. My schoolwork has both benefited and suffered as a result of this preoccupation. On one hand, I’ve forgotten smaller homework’s and the occasional reading, but I’ve also had great success with larger projects.
I used to laugh off my mom’s comments. I would dismiss them as her trying to make me feel better. To some extent- that’s true, but there’s truth to what she has said.
Everyone is focused on different things. I have reminders and post it notes to help me remember most things, but I’m going to try not going to beat myself up for every little thing.
Like these blog posts, I’m meant to post 6 before tonight. I thought I had posted 5, but just realized I’ve posted 4. Ordinarily, I would panic, but I’ve decided to just complete the blogs and do what I can.
Annie Proctor 