It's hard to admit, but the older I get the more I realize my memory isn't what it used to be. As a result, I've become a "list person". I have them everywhere.
Colorful Post-its are on the bathroom mirror each morning so I'm reminded of what my day ahead holds (and so I don't go back to bed with the snooze button off). There's a long yellow legal pad crammed full of "to-do" things to remember. My iPhone sends me "Reminder" messages literally day and night, and I can't live without the phone's timer and alarm to help me remember the most important things and, when and where I need to make them happen.
In short, the need for all these reminders makes me think I "got stupid" somewhere along the way.
But I felt significantly better, when, on my 55th (gulp) birthday of all days, I discovered this important "reminder" that apparently the general public needs.
Colorful Post-its are on the bathroom mirror each morning so I'm reminded of what my day ahead holds (and so I don't go back to bed with the snooze button off). There's a long yellow legal pad crammed full of "to-do" things to remember. My iPhone sends me "Reminder" messages literally day and night, and I can't live without the phone's timer and alarm to help me remember the most important things and, when and where I need to make them happen.
In short, the need for all these reminders makes me think I "got stupid" somewhere along the way.
But I felt significantly better, when, on my 55th (gulp) birthday of all days, I discovered this important "reminder" that apparently the general public needs.
This sign was posted on every single pump at a gas station I stopped at when visiting my family last week in Ohio.
Seeing it made me feel So. Much. Better! It's a note I
have never written to myself. Phew. Maybe I'm smarter than I thought.
Hope you're having a great Sunday. Stop by Unknown Mami's for more Sundays In My City.
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