I’m fascinated by memory, so I’ll probably write many posts about memory.  Not just the kind of memory that fades as we get older, but about how we all have different memories and how memory is really our perspective.

Today, on my 50.016th birthday, I’m going to tell a funny thing that happened.  Yesterday, about noon I finished my daily dose of writing requirement. I’m working on an essay about memory, coincidentally.  When I finished I started thinking about what time I should go to the gym, where I should fit it into the rest of my schedule.  I had books to donate to the library, I had some bookkeeping I needed to get to, and I had made myself a commitment to go to the gym everyday.  As I sat rubbing my sore shoulders, I thought that maybe I’d try for an evening class, and maybe I could fit in a nap if I did.  Then it dawned on me that the reason my shoulders were sore was because of the pull ups and push ups I had done at the gym at 7am that very morning.

I like that as I get older my memory puts away things I don’t need to dwell on. On the other hand, it’s a little scary that I might have gone to the gym twice.  Maybe that’s why my shoulders were so sore?  Can’t worry about that.

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