Why is it that most of my really good ideas happen around 2am?
This would be OK, as far as that goes, but once morning comes, I have no idea what the heck I was thinking about the night before.
This is just wrong.
It would be much kinder if I not only didn't remember my deep thoughts and great ideas, but I also didn't have that lingering feeling that I'd had them to begin with.
Now, come to think of it, I have only my own sense of reality that tells me these were really great ideas or deep thoughts of meaning.
Having no idea, other than that vague sense of almost recalling a pesky memory floating just out of reach, exactly what I'd thought about, I am just assuming it was deep and meaningful.
Arrogant? Probably, but really, I know that there was something really interesting that crossed my quieted mind last night.
I just wish I could bring it to my awareness, 'cause then you'd know too...
LOL.
Cheers!
M&G
