Write it down! Now!
I’ve been on a journaling binge lately. I do this occasionally so I can remember that I actually can think. Otherwise I become just a chore monkey. Don’t get me wrong. I love a good list of chores to check off. It’s just that when you’re old you tend to make stupid lists of stuff that doesn’t really need to be done. Have you ever asked somebody who was old to do something and they’ve said they have to clean the house? What’s to clean? Two old people creeping around? The worst that’s going to happen is the remote getting greasy from potato chip fingers. So, while I still have giant list of chores everyday, the list includes a lot of stuff I used to blow off. Writing in your journal is a great way to “get in touch with yourself.” And if you’re a person whose heyday was in the seventies, you’re compelled to search your inner soul. Just like you’re compelled to wear granny dresses and hiking boots and flowers in your hair. Studies show that if you