Friday, April 26, 2013
Traveling far or near is one of my favorite things to do. To see friends, family, trees, historical sites or just to get away from the everyday life. It has become apparent that the whole going away process stresses me out more than it used to do a few years ago. I worry about the water, fires and dying plants. My most recent worry addition is someone breaking into the house and stealing my computer. So I now put some electronics away in less obvious place and have taken to putting my small box of jewelry in a hidden place. It would probably work just fine if I picked one spot and always put the items there. However, I keep thinking of better places and that would be ok except I now find that I cannot always remember the New Special place. Three trips ago I put the little jewelry box in such a good place, I couldnít find it and I couldnít remember where was the newest special place. I cleaned out shelves and drawers, opened every box and did a nice job of straitening up, but no little box. It is small problems like this that nag at me, increase my anxiety and make me feel like I am losing my mind. I didnít say anything to anyone because I was also embarrassed.
Then the other day at a party, I was listening to a women describe how she hid her Kindle in her house while she was gone for a few days. Now she canít find it and she wants to finish the book she started. She laughed!! Certain that she will find it and not being afraid to admit that sometimes the synapses just donít spark.
Listening to her helped me to get over my embarrassment and realize that I did not have a large or unique problem. Getting older is a process and it is better to acknowledge the lapses and take steps to help minimize the problems. Laughing at my lapses will help reduce down my anxiety even if it doesn't solve the problem.
And guess what? I found the jewelry box; it was in a good hiding place. But I am writing a note of where it is. Now I just have to make sure to remember where I wrote the note.