What was I thinking?

I rarely look at my old journals. So rarely, in fact, that I sometimes wonder why I bother keeping them. Today, I was moving a volume from 1998 and dropped it. It opened to a page with a post card clipped to it.

The postcard was from me, to me, exhorting me to remember something that happened on a trip I was on. For reasons lost to me now, I was cryptic about the thing I wanted to remember. It’s lost to me now.

I read the entry it was clipped to, hoping that something in it would job my memory. The key was not there, but I found something else: the opening paragraph to a whimsical story. I remembered writing it. I remembered what inspired it. I remembered where I intended to go with it. I have no idea why I abandoned it. The next few entires don’t even mention it. Pity. It was pretty good.

3 thoughts on “What was I thinking?

  1. SueBC April 28, 2020 / 8:38 pm

    You’re back to “memory” after all!

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    • Sam Falco April 29, 2020 / 5:23 am

      It’s weird–when I have any constraints on what to write, even a self-imposed constraint, my mind balks like a sulky mule. If I give myself too free a rein, I wander in circles.

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      • SueBC April 30, 2020 / 12:31 pm

        It’s good to explore. Probably you were meant to come back to it in some way.


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