Losing marbles

Today just happened to be one of those rare days when you go on about your business and people you've long forgotten about bump into you. From running into old friends I've just been spiraling back in time remembering and reminiscing about small things that have been slowly ceased to exist in my life. It was nice and a little sad. High school ended just last year for me, but it seems much longer than that. Since I've been out of high school I've gotten married, moved out, lived in my first apartment, walked the streets of downtown alone and unsupervised, gone grocery shopping, etc. All of those things I've done in the last couple months feel like things I've been doing for much longer, and in turn makes the things I've done before that short list seem like years and years ago. I'm not old, but today made me feel like I'm much older than I am. I realized how much of my own life I've forgotten about. What makes that thought a little grim for me is that if it weren't for seeing those people today, I'm not sure if I would have been able to remember any of these newly remembered memories on my own without anyone or anything to coax my brain to remember. Hence my blogging tonight. I've tried to make it a habit to record my daily actions and thoughts whether in a journal or blog in hopes of scaring off potential dementia and other forms of memory loss.
Today could have gone in a whole other direction now that I think about it. If my encounter was with people I didn't enjoy the company of, it could have led to a series of purposely repressing memories which were already repressed because of my unfavorable previous encounters, thus creating a greater case of false sense of alarm because I believe I'm developing dementia at a very young age.
I'm glad I ran into favorable people today.

Did I mention my husband took me to a musical about dementia last week? Such things do exist. It was quite depressing and eyeopening. I now know what to look forward to when my children become tired of an old, grumpy, haggard mother and turn me loose in a retirement home while suffering from dementia.
It was an interesting experience, I believe just about everyone there except my husband was my senior by 20 years or so.

I guess getting old has just been on my mind. I'm not there yet, but I feel like I am.


I didn't get to write about my wedding or reception. I posted last 3 days before the grand event. But I'll post a happy wedding photo maybe I'll go into detail another time. Jeff and I were held up in a little apartment for a couple months where internet access meant walking a whole 100 feet. It sounds silly, but once school ended we just never really bothered with the little walk to the "computer room". I'll try to be more diligent now that I don't have to get a brief exercise before having internet access.

Aw. Cute wedding photo.

Good bye for now.