“I have a terrible memory.” That’s my excuse for being rude, careless or otherwise aloof. If I were honest, I would say, “That wasn’t important enough for me to remember” or, “I dropped the ball and am a bit embarrassed not to remember.”

I’m increasingly convinced that memory is a matter of choice, intentionality, and practice. I’m starting to think that I can remember things if I would just take the time to learn how. So, to that end, I’m committing to working on my memory. I’m going to read some books and come up with a plan so that I can remember names, details and other important things, like my name at the end of the day 😉

I’m sure I’ll blog on this again soon, but this is a start…