How Do You Know?

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This old gal…

Is forgetting things…not big things…not important things…not like faces or names or knowing how to cook (that issue comes from current lack of practice)…

It’s the little things…things from the past…things younger me would be sure she’d never forget…

Spied a doodad in a shop at Christmastime…cute, ceramic, bread dish or candy dish…loved it immediately…

And recognized it, too…had one once…just about like it…displayed it at school…made tiny pumpkin breads…put candy corn in it…but couldn’t remember where it was…or even IF it was anymore…

Same thing with a mug of the past…saw it scrolling through photos…loved that mug…the perfect fit…the cutest logo…used it almost exclusively…but what happened to it?…

Would not have gotten rid of it…perhaps it broke…or maybe it’s stored in a tub somewhere with that mini-loaf pan…sad…lonely…feeling abandoned…

And so it is…in life…the Clean and Purge, along with cleaning and purging, becomes the hunt for closure…the quest for remembering…and with age, that Shit I Don’t Remember Journal works its way to the forefront…seems a little more important…

But the question still remains…how does one know, down the road, what shit you’ll want to remember…and what shit you’ll prefer to forget?…
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And this husband of mine…agrees…