Have you ever called a company and been greeted with the phrase “Hold, please”? How do they know you can hold? They don’t even know who you are. Maybe you can’t hold; maybe you have 10 seconds of juice left on your cell phone and your hair is on fire. Then you finally get someone on the phone, only to be told, “I can’t actually help you; I’m just paid to apologize, and I’m really sorry about that.”
My PDA, Myself
I used to be one of those people who kept everything in their head. I prided myself on my ability to memorize phone numbers and birthdays, and knew my schedule without writing anything in a calendar.
Then I became a mom.
I am now one of the most forgetful people on the planet. I don’t know if it’s due to the fact that I am no longer responsible for just myself (keeping track of my schedule, my daughter’s schedule, the school’s schedule, the play dates, the after school lessons and more)… or if I lost brain cells during pregnancy … but my short term memory has turned to mush. These days, I need to write everything down… more than ever, now that I have a business of my own.