Mush

I have realized that my brain is getting mushy.

I used to be pretty sharp, back in my reading days, my school days... but since having kids and getting so busy, I have neglected myself intellectually.

Honestly, I have trouble remembering things that happened yesterday accurately. It makes me sad to think that these beautiful memories of my kids might be forgotten or blurred. It makes Paul frustrated when I tell a story wrong, not because I am a liar, but because I honestly cannot remember the details accurately- just that it was funny, or weird, or scary.

So, a decision I have made is to start reading again. I noticed that the Internet definitely takes up too much of my time. Even though it is useful for me, I am going to try to lay off my Facebook addiction and checking my e-mail every 30 seconds and take some time to do some learning again.