I hear “screen,” I think TV. I spent many hours glued to the TV screen when I was in grammar school, watching whatever came on, just because I thought it was fascinating. And I still got good grades and turned out relatively normal.
But I’ve told you that already. I’d be repeating myself, and I do enough of that already. I think sometimes I repeat things just to remind myself about them. It worries me, but then, it’s normal at sixty to start forgetting things. Isn’t it?
As I said a while back, jotting things down in Evernote would certainly help, except, knowing me, I’d forget to go to Evernote and check them. And that won’t do. It’s just that I have such a jumble of stuff in there, I’d get lost looking for it.
Still, that’s no reason not to do it. For a while, I was writing myself notes at the end of each day to remind myself of what I did and what other significant things happened during the day. Not a journal so much as a diary. No deep thoughts, just notes on the significant things that happened that day to me, Mary, the cats, and the world in general. I stopped doing it because I tried too hard to structure what I wrote there. I think it needs to be more of a bullet journal, just bullet points on what happened during the day and what I need to remember.
Not actually a bullet journal, which look too much like a kid’s art project. Okay, that’s not fair. Some of them do, but not all of them. But they are a good way to remember stuff.
I have that problem sometimes, where I fret so much over form that I forget the function. Maybe let the form evolve as I use it. But use it. I can work out the picky details later.
I’ve really wandered off the “screen” reservation, haven’t I? And no, that’s not intended to insult anyone.
Stream of Consciousness Saturday is organized by Linda Hill, who has pingbacks and the rules over at her place.
from The Sound of One Hand Typing