Has Anyone Seen My Marbles?
March 6, 2011 § Leave a comment
When we moved to the city a year ago, I discovered that I had left something very important behind: my marbles.
I have a theory that the misplacement of my marbles was due to this perfect storm of really big life changes that occurred all at once:
- We sold our family home in the suburbs and moved to the city.
- The company where I worked for over 16 years was bought by another company.
- I presented, for the first time, at two professional conferences.
- My oldest daughter graduated from college and moved back home.
- My youngest daughter went off to college.
- Menopause hit like a tsunami.
None of these are bad changes. Some of them are really great changes. But it was so many changes at once that my brain wasn’t able to keep up, and, well, somewhere in the melee, I lost…oh shoot, wait, what was I talking about?
In the hopes of finding my marbles, I tried taking some night classes at Stanford. I figured just being in the same vicinity as all the really smart people there would help. Not so much.
I tried getting more sleep. One of the very best things about your kids growing up and going off to college is that you don’t have to get up early to get them off to school, or stay up late waiting for them to come home at night. But the big bad M arrived just as the kids were leaving, and she had other plans. Like waking me up at 3 a.m. every morning.
I vowed to read the newspaper every day to stay up on current events. But half the time it never appeared in the lobby of the loft we moved into, so I canceled my subscription. I tried reading the news online, but then somehow I kept finding myself on YouTube watching somebody’s cat doing backflips off of a curtain rod, and I couldn’t remember how I had gotten there.
If you see any of my marbles, could you roll them back on over to me?
In the meantime, I’m having fun laughing with others who have experienced a similar loss.