It happened yesterday, after months of contemplating a solution, I finally gave in. Initially, I thought it was a bit silly. But deep down, I knew the insecurity it would present.
I grabbed the pen and begin feverishly jotting down a few words, tearing page after page. “Well, that should be enough, now where do I put them?” I began walking around the house, looking for locations that I could’t miss-places I knew would help me remember. Methodically, I began adjusting then placing them, “That looks like a good spot” Satisfied, I walked over to the sofa and took a seat. Immediately, I began to feel a bit down. Later that day, I spoke with a friend, who kept asking,” whats wrong?” Repeatedly, I replied “nothing” After a bit of urging I finally said, “having to place sticky notes as reminders is humbling.” Immediately, my friend said, “that’s nothing to feel down about, the world runs on reminders-most people just use alarms”