Day 4: Anybody seen my brain?

Four days in and I've already managed to forget to post a message to this new blog. I'll be sticking a post-it note on the bathroom mirror later today to remind me not to forget again.

I've gotten used to these lapses in memory, these so-called senior moments. At first, way back in my 40s, they used to annoy me because they struck me as a harbinger of deterioration to come. But I was a much-too-busy person in my 40s, too busy to keep tabs on everything I needed to remember. And I wasn't good at writing things down -- things like meetings and appointments.

I'm still not that great at writing things down, preferring instead to trust my now 59-year-old memory. It's my way of living life on the edge. So I do forget the occasional meeting or appointment, much to my embarrassment. But I vowed when I turned 50 that I wasn't going to let my life get as crazy as it was when I was in my 40s.

I hope my 60s find me even more willing to focus on the here and now.