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Now WHY did I come in here…?

“Now why the heck did I come in here?”

EVERYONE I know walks up to the refrigerator, opens the door, and stares at the contents, without the slightest notion of what they’re searching for. I can’t think of anything more normal other than going to the bathroom in the morning, I do it every day. I STILL don’t know what I’m looking for. The Second Coming? JJ Watt? My retainer?

Most of my friends have, at some point, walked outside to turn on the sprinkler, while leaving the sink water running, the bathtub water running, a tea kettle boiling, a friend on hold, half a sandwich made for the kids, an egg burning on the stove and a yowling cat locked in a cabinet. I have put full milk cartons next to the dinner plates and coffee cups into the fridge.

Lose your keys? Me too.

Lose your wallet? Yep.

Lose your husband or boyfriend? Yes, I’m not sure that was unintentional.

Do you have Alzheimer’s?

Not likely.

America loves to whip out Alzheimer’s every time we forget something the way people with a hammer see every problem as a nail.

OH, get over yourself.

Chances are if you’d slow down, put your devices to the side, breathed deeply, that would take care of half the problem.

If you’re a little older, taking a careful look at medications, potential infections, lack of proper nutrition and sleep patterns would also be helpful.

Oh and hey, how about sugar reduction and exercise?

Two old standbys that have a great deal to do with brain function.

I have a great trick that I play on myself every time I go to the basement and get that lost cow expression my face. “Now…why did I come down here?”

I have to go right back upstairs, but this time, I have to execute a full body squat, no bannister, on every single step. That’s twelve squats, all the way to the kitchen.

This does three things: 1) I will start remembering why I am heading to the basement. 2) I will remember to write down why I’m going to the basement. 3) I’m going to end up with damned nice legs.

So far, I’ve got damned nice legs.

When I get to the kitchen I eat blueberries. There. Exercise and low sugar brain food.

However I still don’t remember why I went downstairs. I’m working on that.

At any rate, I find all of this hugely amusing. It’s highly unlikely most of us have Alzheimer’s when we find ourselves being distracted. Getting rid of, or at least putting aside, our devices, and being more considered and thoughtful about our actions would do the trick. As a speaker said once, “Do what you’re doing while you’re doing it.” Despite what you think and often argue, the brain cannot multi-task, except for a fraction of a percent of the population.

In other words, probably not YOU.

Now I’m going to go shopping.

Now where the heck did I put my keys?

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Horizon Huntress, prize-winning author, adventure traveler, boundary-pusher, wilder, veteran, aging vibrantly. I own my sh*t. Let’s play!

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