This morning I resumed meditation. I sat myself down on my meditation pillow, which has been kindly waiting for me for too long. Months. I listened to a Buddha lesson as my meditation. It’s a new app. I know. I know. Not exactly meditation. But I have to ease back into it. I have the kind of energy where, when I start something, I’m all in. I’m enthusiastic. My mind is present. I have every intention of seeing whatever it is through. And when the project or discipline gets go
My terrible memory could be from my ADHD, or—God help me—signs of early dementia, or, like a lot of people in their sixties who say they can’t even remember where they left their keys five minutes ago, maybe it’s just an age thing. There are long stretches of my life I don’t remember clearly. High school, especially, exists more as a feeling than a series of events. Faces blur. Years collapse. When I reach for details, my mind offers very little in return. Those years were ab
