As I was drifting off to sleep last night, I had a thought about something that I could write about for a post on this blog. Even as my mind was switching off, some distant part of it was frantically composing the first sentences of this post. I had to make a choice: I could sleep or I could open my eyes and write down this idea.
Being the person that I am (one who values sleep but often goes to bed much later than they should, and then worries about not getting enough sleep), I chose sleep. And now I haven’t the faintest idea what I was going to write about. Those sentences had sounded so good in my head, and now they’re lost forever (or probably at least until I’m just about to fall asleep tonight – at which point I’ll probably make the same mistake again).
Now and then, I have memories that seem like dreams, or dreams that feel like memories, and I wonder if I am actually confusing my memories and dreams. I worry about myself sometimes, but I suppose this sort of confusion, as long as it doesn’t happen very often, is not a big deal. Usually I can distinguish between the two if I think about it enough. I’m pretty confident that the beginnings of that blog post were not part of a dream. (But it wouldn’t be so bad if it was a dream. Heck, I could be writing in my sleep!)
So, apologies, readers, but I don’t have a fantastic post lined up for you today – just this quick post about forgetting. Whenever I write a not-so-great post, however, I feel obliged to write another, hopefully better post in that same week, so (hopefully!) I will think of something by week’s end and also actually have the right mindset for writing it (I have a list of potential blog-post topics, but I’m not going to force myself to write about something if I’m just not feeling up to it).
But, hey, this post did alright, right? I mean, if you look closely (or not even that closely because it’s blatantly obvious), you’ll see some insights into the way my mind works. Brilliant, isn’t it?