Details, details, details.
I suck at them.
Except when I'm awesome at them. Which is only when superhuman effort or purest necessity pry me from my blissful absentmindedness and force me to notice things that need to get done and then actually do them all.
Currently, I am a list-making machine. I have lists everywhere. Life lists and phone number lists and address lists and library lists. Lists have a lovely way of simplifying things. And in my lists there is always a big box next to each thing so that I can make checks as I complete things. Sometimes I write down things I have already done, for the sheer joy of marking a big check in that box.
Today though, I am letting go of a few details. I am going to the beach. I will take a big breath and let it out slowly. Rinse, repeat. And I will not worry about whether the people who don't know one another will find things to talk about. They are competent, capable, confident women. They will discover something to share. I plan to forget a whole shit-load of things today and tomorrow, at the beach. It's on my list. Welcome home, absentmindedness.
Forgetfulness Haiku:
Please remember to
remind yourself to write down
whatever that was.
love it.
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