Today was a weird day. I forgot so many tasks and responsibilities.
I had gotten my podcast ready on Tuesday and did a post on IG
about it but forgot to post it until 3pm while lying on the massage table in the
therapist’s room.
I had a meeting at 6:30pm on Zoom but forgot and went to the
library where we normally meet. After parking my car in the parking arcade two
floors above, I took the elevator down and as I stepped into the library, I
remembered that the meeting was on Zoom.
I drove back home in a tizzy and got to the meeting late, missing
most of the presentation, arriving breathless and flustered.
Well, lucky me, I sat down as they started the free writing bit and along came these words:
Being all mixed up
Late and forgetful
Not knowing what am supposed to do
Not remembering what am meant to do
I don’t understand
What have I had too much of?
What do I need much more of?
What have I dwelt too much on?
What do I need to dwell more on?
I hold my head in worry
I lift my hands in despair
Confused and worried
What is going on?
Am I losing my marbles?
Where do I go to find them?
Where do I need to go to?
Am still mixed up
Sad to say, still forgetful
