I swear I had something to say. I was thinking about it just last night. Maybe even early this morning. Now I can’t remember.
This is why ideas should be written down. There will be a lot of them that come to nothing. They’ll seem brilliant, important, or at least mildly interesting at first and you will be sure that you can make something of them. Then you come back a week or a month later–sometimes only an hour–and it sounds pointless, boring, ridiculous. On occasion, it makes no sense whatsoever. And that’s fine. All of our ideas can’t be good. That’s just unrealistic. But by not writing ideas down, I am sure I’ve forgotten more good ideas than I remember.
To be fair, habits take a long time to develop, and I used to have a much better memory. I never had trouble remembering the important things. But I guess that was when I had a lot less to remember. As an adult, with adult responsibilities, and the knowledge of how much you’ve already forgotten in your life, you know that you’d damn well better write down anything that’s important.
And yet you still forget.
I ate so much delicious food this weekend and didn’t keep track or get pictures of any of it. Instead I’m sharing this post about Venice by a blogger with some lovely pictures. It reminded me of the first time I was in Venice, and the delicious frutti di mare and cannolo for dinner the first night there. One of my main goals in life is to go back to Venice.