I opened my computer to find a Skype message from Angela asking me what we had decided she should bring with her for our meeting today, She listed the things she remembered, and followed the list with …and?
Wow. I know there’s something else too, but can’t remember what. I’m reviewing our recent conversations to see if any of it triggers the memory.
But the beauty, real beauty, is in having the freedom to admit to having forgotten. If you have it, you probably don’t think anything of it. If you don’t have it, you probably don’t even notice that you don’t ask or admit. There are so many ways we hide normal human limitations, when admitting them, not only is no big deal, but is a natural step forward.
Now, what was that other thing she was going to bring to show me?