Countless Time(s) : Making Memories

I was listening to a podcast called Serial recently.   On the first episode, one of the first things the narrator asks or mentions is how hard it is to remember what you did with your time.  We all do things countless times, maybe per day or per week, so that they become repetitive, ordinary and, well, unmemorable.

The narrator does caveat that in saying that it’s easier to remember things now with regular social media usage or with work where you might have a diary, but there are still details that are missed.

For example, if I asked you what you were doing at 11am last Wednesday, would you be able to tell me what you were doing, who you were with, what you were wearing and what you might be thinking about having for lunch?  The answer is “probably not”.

This week I’ve been in Holland for the first time since March 2014, visiting a place I’d previously been to countless times.  However, I had absolutely no recollection of which train I needed to get and where I needed to change.  I didn’t remember quite how long the train took either, so maybe I got the wrong one!  I can’t even remember the duration of my last trip or why I was there.

However, there are things I can remember.  At the time, a friend was entering an online modelling competition.  You were allowed one vote per day, but I’d worked out that I could vote many times in one day.  I could use my work laptop at work and that and another laptop on the hotel wifi.  I could also use two mobile phones on the work wifi, the cellular network and the hotel wifi.  I could give an extra few votes if I also voted before and after I left the UK / Holland.  So in one day I could potentially have given her 12 votes.

I remember buying the darkest chocolate I could find at Schipol airport on my way home, because dark chocolate has less milk, making it supposedly suitable for those who are intolerant of lactose.  Easter was coming up and it seemed like a good idea considering it was from a “boutique” chocolatier, for want of a better description.  This was the chocolate shop:

chocolate-shop

This was the shop I wanted to get her something from! ☺️😶😏

undies-shop

The other thing I remember from the trip is arguing with my boss.  It’s the first and only time we’ve properly argued about anything, in that it got heated rather than simply the type of disagreement that happens at work when you’re deciding the best way to do something.

We were both so sure we had the best way of doing things.  I had the experience, I had the background, I’d been doing the work, I knew the progress and I knew all the reasons about why I was doing what I was doing.  We were both vociferous, but only I was right!

The point that was made in the podcast was that you tend to remember things out of the ordinary, not those things so countless that they’re just par for the course.  I remembered the modelling competition cause it meant a lot to someone.  I remembered the chocolates because I was really pleased I could find something decent for her for Easter and I remember the sexy undies shop because, well… No, let’s not go there!  Even though the arguing is not a normally positive thing, I still remembered it for it being unusual.

So here’s to making memories of the first times, the fun stuff, the amazing sights and sounds and tastes and smells and touches…  That’s what we should be doing countless times.

 

I’ve had a plan, I’m starting today,
I won’t let these obstacles get in my way.
When I am down and I’m feeling alone
I know what I’ve got to do.

When I see blocks in the road up ahead,
I won’t get frustrated or turn back instead.
I’ll wait just a moment and take a deep breath.
There’s an easy thing to do…

Counting 1,2,3 and 4,
I won’t let all these silly things bug me no more.
Counting 5,6,7,8,9 and 10,
I will calm myself down and be happy again.

I don’t want to see pain or darnkess no more.
If I had the power I’d make it the law
To bottle the raindrops and banish the clouds,
Let the sun shine through, that is what I got to go.

Counting 1,2,3 and 4,
I won’t let all these silly things bug me no more.
Counting 5,6,7,8,9 and 10,
I will count myself lucky and be happy again.

Counting 1,2,3 and 4,
I won’t let all these silly things bug me no more.
Counting 5,6,7,8,9 and 10,
If I’m not feeling right I’ll start over again.

Counting 1,2,3,4 and 5,
I’ve got everything here that I need to survive.
Counting 6,7, right up to 10,
I’ll add up all the good, leave no room for the bad to get in.

Counting by Lucie Silvas

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