A few days ago I had an analogous news story to the old deal of looking at what you don't have and moping instead of looking at what you do have, getting your head out your ass and creating. Tonight I don't care that half my brain fell away over the week. I just don't care. I'm lucky I recall half the story of the post that wasn't to be written. And the important part and the moral of the story is what I remembered anyway.
So that made me think that perhaps this is my brain getting more efficient. I don't recall details that are immaterial these days but I can recall things said very well. Because nearly everything makes me stop and think these days. When you think a lot, and this week has been full of lots to think about, your brain does this defragmenting kinda thing. Or at least mine does. There's an internal widget filtering the important from the unimportant. Consequently, scenes of the past that were recorded are brought to the fore for an instant in a kind of mental "Concentration", sans Art James or Hugh Downs.
This is just part of the never-ending-figuring-out-your-life that everyone does. It usually happens here and there. This week it was downloading faster than my brain could grasp. A series of "Aha!" moments accompanied by, "Holy shit!" realizations, one after another.
Which is terrific; I'm not complaining. It's good to live long enough to figure some shit out. But it eats your brain. I'm tired and had a hard time communicating today. My saintly Girl Friday was as fried as me so there was a lot of laughing. Also great, and made us both more tired.
So I'm going to bed early. Generally bedtime is midnight, sleep at 1 a.m. but no way tonight. I think I'll sleep in late as I can. Wonder what kinds of dreams may come... 'night.
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