I have this vague fear that I'm forgetting more and more everyday. That some day I'm going to be all dried up.
Now, I know that it's just the cognitive dysfunction (aka Fibro Fog) that Fibromyalgia brings, but it takes work to be sure and write down or take snapshots of all the things I don't want to run through my fingers. The bigger task of blogging my musings goes neglected because of how time-consuming it can be. But, I fear that if I were to leave the world unexpectedly, I have nothing tangible to leave behind that express who I am, what I did, and why I was important.
I have the fear that most have, and that's being forgotten. Which is ironic, because I'm the one doing all the forgetting.
It's little things that I can't remember that drive me nuts: How old is my parakeet? When did I meet so-and-so? What did I do for New Year's Eve two years ago? Three? What's the craziest thing I've ever done?
The harder it gets to remember the easy things, the more it motivates me to document as much as I can.
