Oftentimes, as I am dashing around trying to get a million things done, I find myself reducing each item on my to-do list to some convenient catch-phrase. The last few days I have caught myself running around muttering “portable fish, must finish the portable fish”.
My friend Sharon, who reads this blog, knows what this phrase means, since it is a reference to a project we are working on together. But at some point it occurred to me that anybody else listening in might just think I’ve gone off my meds.
I wonder how much of one’s inner focus becomes redacted into such catch-phrases, little mental PostIts that stand in for complete thoughts. If I hadn’t caught myself this time, I would probably never haver realized that I had stuck this particular mental PostIt up somewhere inside my head.
How many others have I got in there? And how long do they stay up after I no longer need them?