I write myself notes all the time. I have the calendar app on my phone set to remind me of things I want to do later. I’m not always successful at following through on them, but I am getting better at remembering to get the things that I want to do done. At least, I’m getting better at keeping my To-Do list updated and checking it.
My memory is poor in some instances and good in others. I am not alone in that. I can’t remember my childhood before age five that well. I see stories where people remember their lives at age three and wonder how that’s possible. I have a poor memory and sometimes wonder if those people only think they remember their lives at age three.
I’m told that I climbed a ladder at age two and was found wandering around on the roof of the house. I have no memory of that, just the memory of someone telling me that story. When I was a baby, my oldest brother took me into his pup tent at the back of the yard because I was crying in the hammock where my mother had put me. I gather she spent time looking for me before discovering that. I have no personal memory of that either. Again, someone told me that happened. I think that I overwrote my memories of that time in my life were overwritten by later, more interesting memories. After all, there are only so many synapses in the human brain.
I admit that my memory is not good. That’s why I write myself notes and keep a To-Do list. I have managed to establish a few routines that I follow to the point that I am annoyed when the routine is upset by unexpected events. I don’t think I am alone in that.
I also don’t think that my memory issue is due to old age, although I have family members who might say that. My memory has always been poor. I’m not even sure that there is any way to improve your memory. You just have to keep reading a list or doing something until you can recite or do by rote, but that takes time. Some people have the gift of total recall. They may be able to remember their lives from day one. I don’t know. I only know that I can’t. There are times when I wish I had total recall, and then I think of the bad things in my life. The times where I lost a loved one or a beloved pet and think, a poor memory is not so bad. I remember who I am and who my family and friends are. That’s enough.