Those of you who know my dissertation topic know that I'm intrigued with the idea of a past--how we use the past to benefit us in the present. It also means we choose what we don't want to use--the unusable past.
The other day a dear friend emailed me with the hope that I forget the discomfort and headache of my cancer experience. I had never thought of that.
There's so much I want to remember: the love and support of so many dear friends and family.
And yet there's so much I want to forget. Like yesterday when I had such a raging headache that as I bent over to sort laundry on the floor of my closet, I ended up sitting on a pile of dirty clothes, leaning back against my Ikea dresser, crying because I was in a tailspin and I didn't think I could continue.
What do you choose to remember? What memories do you hold on to, that define you? What do you gladly forget?
Good news: with my headaches--I can switch off throughout the day between ibuprofen and acetaminophen. That TOTALLY cuts the pain.