Aging!
They call us senior citizens and talk about the “Golden Years”. This is a bunch of hooey originating from some advertising agency in New York City. Take it from someone who knows, it’s really the “Challenging Years”! You can remember the stupidest things, like what your mother served you for breakfast on your thirteenth birthday, but what eludes you is where you put the item you had in your hand five minutes ago. I have decided that one way to deal with this problem is to have a place for everything and put everything in it’s place, which is of course easier said than done.
Organization
What is that saying? “Show me someone with a clean desk and I will show you someone who doesn’t do anything.” Never one to get discouraged when I had set my mind to something, I purchased a label maker, file folders and two rolling carts: one for my writing and the other for my genealogy. Recently, I have developed an interest in finding my family roots and thought the cart, with three shallow drawers and two file drawers, would be perfect for this project. I would have everything in one place, now all I had to do was figure out what I was doing!
You’re Organized, it’s all on that Damn Cart, now Why Can’t You Find It???
I put the results of my and my brother’s DNA tests in a notebook and placed it in the top drawer of my cart. Everything else was stored below, all neatly organized. Someone then asked me a question and naturally I can’t remember the answer, but it should be in a three ring binder in the top drawer of my genealogy cart… except it isn’t. I searched the cart, twice, before searching the house, yet still no notebook. This is why I got the cart and I can’t understand why my system has failed. I am getting frustrated and saying some not so nice words when I remember, a few days before I had loaned the book to my daughter.
Conclusion: Aging is a Challenge.
I have decided that there is no magic formula to aging, but there is an alternative; we should all take a leaf out of Auntie Mame’s book and have fun! ( Note: if you don’t know who Auntie Mame is, you should really look her up.) On second thought, maybe I will watch Forest Gump one more time. “Life is like a box of chocolates!” Now I can get behind that!
Happy reading, Linda