Happy Thursday and Day 154 of Another 100 Days of Hannah ...and Counting, y'all!
Hey howdy hey.
Y’all, it’s getting late. Which, pretty much just means that I’m a grandma. However, that is beside the point.
One of these days, I really need to learn not to save blogging for evenings. Nobody’s got time to blog in the evening. Or, at least I don’t – wayyy too many other things on my to-do list.
In any case, I admittedly had two different posts started this morning, and chose to delete them both because I didn’t think they felt authentic. Funny enough, I decided this evening that the first post I started is actually what I want to talk about today.
Good job, brain.
Let’s get to it.
Y’all, I need reminders. I hate to admit it. Actually, I think this is the first time I’ve ever admitted it, but, guys, I need reminders. I’m too good at getting too distracted in life to remember all the important things that I’m supposed to be doing.
Some days, I try to combat this by doing the things that I remember as soon as I think of them. Which, can be a good thing.
Until I’m in the middle of seeing patients and I remember that I needed to put something in the mail, and so I drop everything, go home, find the mail, put it in the mailbox, and drive back to finish the exam. Not so practical then. (Unless you really want to come back to a livid patient. Or, more likely in my case, a sleeping one.)
And so, it’s back to the drawing board.
Well, I actually already have a solution. It’s called, make a list and actually look at it.
Except, I’m really really really (really really) bad at that. Which, probably shouldn’t be an excuse. I’ve just tried all sorts of lists before and have yet to find something that I actually stick with for any length of time.
Physical? Tried it. Digital? Tried it. Family serving as reminders? Tried it. Hoping my brain will remember the 67 little things that I think need done? Yep, attempted that one too.
Which is all to say: hi. My name’s Hannah. And I need reminders.
Catch y’all tomorrow,