I took public transit down to Carson City for an errand yesterday, after a night of tears over my daughter, again, and as we rode down the mountain, I remembered something I wrote a few months back that was a really good idea, and then I forgot about it. So here it is again.
I have a set of skills that keeps a roof over my head, although I don't know how I got them. I'm living in a vacation town with a lake and trees and beautiful sights no matter where the eye falls. I don't remember how I ended up here, I vaguely remember being here as a child with my parents but it's changed so much since then.
You can't just be in the present as that is too close to the past.
You have to move forward, consciously and even aggressively.
Hope I don't move forward so fast I forget about purposeful amnesia again