I forgot Today’s Perfect Moment.
As writing only that as today’s post would be a little confusing and potentially a bit rude, I think I had better explain. I had Today’s Perfect Moment selected, or more precisely, Today’s Perfect Moment had revealed itself to me. I knew it immediately and wanted to share it with you. Shamefully, I forgot it.
One way to organize or categorize Perfect Moments is to separate them by how the are decided upon. In this equation, there are two kinds of Perfect Moments.
The first is decided upon at the end of the day after a bit of reflection. These most often happen when I have had a bad day and need something to lighten my thought process so I can more easily fall asleep. Because this is just before I go to sleep, I am probably tired and the likelihood of typos and poor editing increases as the minutes of the clock tick by.
The other type is decided when it happens, whether I realize it or not. I mean, sometimes I have a pretty good idea, but at other times, the idea just kicks around in my subconscious and I find myself mentally writing the post from the time it happens until I get to my computer and start to physically write it. Sometimes I am too busy to notice that I am writing it, but since I can’t shake it, eventually I realize what has happened. Sometimes, I am quite sure almost immediately that it is something I want to share, whether I have the words or not.
Today was more like the latter. In class this morning, sometime between 10:00 and 11:30 one of my student’s said or did something I thought would be a good candidate for Today’s Perfect Moment. I even told the students that I would feature it and they were genuinely interested in the idea.
Sadly, it was as if by saying it that I robbed it of its power and presence because I completely forgot about it. I even ran into the student who did or said it later on the subway and she couldn’t remember either. It was a weird kind of group amnesia that I wish I could blame on government conspiracy rather than a forgetful brain.
The funny thing is that among my friends, I am considered to have the best memory. I remember minor details of drunken and non drunken weekends with my friends with incredible clarity. However, sometimes, I just lose ideas. This seems to happen when I am in the supermarket and have failed to either make a list, or having made the list forgotten it on the kitchen table.
I know I should have written this one down, or at least given it a catchy title. Had I named it, I might now be regaling you with a funny story rather than wracking my brain over something that happened just after I had my second cup of coffee. I also wouldn’t be writing a post explaining why I don’t have a post.
It will probably come to me just as I put my head on the pillow.