I Don’t Know What I’m Talking About

Wow.  I really wish I was slightly more transparent in my note taking.  A little less vague.  Way more specific.  I have to write a post for today, but I can’t read any of my ideas.  I am not very helpful to myself.  You see, I write a lot of posts.  Five days a week is a lot of days to think of something to say about the world, and some days I have no ideas.  But other days, oh those beautiful other days, I have many ideas, even though I only post one of them.  So what I do during those moments of brilliance is I write down the extra bonus ideas to use for later!  Brilliant!  Right?

This seems like a good old-fashioned way to recall things, but in fact writing things down is a very bad way to remember them.  At least if you are me.  I have a whole list of ideas on my phone for future use, but at this point I don’t know what any of them mean.  I have written down things like “The problem with___,” where I cannot, for the life of me, remember what the problem is with the thing I have written down.  There are several like that.  So many things I have problems with, and don’t know what the problems are.  Is that a first world problem?  To not even remember what your problems are?  I guess that’s lucky.  Except now my problem is that I don’t know what to write a blog post about.

‘The Wonderful Thing About Mondays.”  What does that mean?  I can’t seem to think of anything particularly wonderful about Mondays.  I must have once, though.  I wish I had added a few more descriptive lines of text to clue me in.  Maybe it was going to be a sarcastic post?  Maybe I was going to point out that, for stay-at-home parents, Mondays are really no different than any other day?  Or maybe I really did enjoy something about that most second day of the week.  I may never know.  Whatever my original intent was, it is lost to the sands of brain.  And anyway, I am not going to post something about Mondays on a Friday!  I am not an idiot!

I guess if I still want to use any of these ideas on my list, left over like the cards in your hand at the end of a game of Apples to Apples, I will have to think up new ways to think about them.  I could just delete them, I suppose, but that seems so sad and final.  What if, one day in the far future, I look at the list and suddenly remember what I was going to say about these topics?!  This, by the way, is the same line of thinking that keeps my house full of crap that I never use.  I cannot be the executioner of potential.

So anyway, this is all just to say that I don’t have anything to write about for today.  Sorry.  I had a list, full of awesome ideas, but I can’t use any of them.  It’s not that they weren’t good.  It’s just that I don’t know what I’m talking about.

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