Minimalist memory
You know that movie 50 First Dates, where Drew Barrymore forgets her life every day? Her character, that’s me most days. While I don’t forget my life completely, I do forget a lot of things. I misplace my keys all the time, forget my purse everywhere (at interviews, at work, in the car, once even in a restaurant on East Hastings; not the best place to do so) and I often forget what I’m about to say just milliseconds before intending to say it. It’s been like this forever. I remember once when I was six years old, I sat at the top of the steps in our house for a good half hour trying to remember why I had gone up the stairs in the first place, retracing every conversation, every thought, every step I made before getting to that forgetful moment. And now, more than 25 years later, […]