Today I’m happy to welcome Sulekha Rawat to share her midlife woes 😉 here. Sulekha is one of the happiest and peaceful souls I know. Her ability to strike up friendships and her charm both online and offline make her one of the nicest bloggers I’ve had the pleasure to meet in person. Thanks for being here today, Sulekha. ♥
I write…My life is my Muse and my Muse is my life . I am a daughter,sister,wife,mother, friend and writer, all wrapped up into a complicated package called ME. I’m interested in Creative Writing, Poetry,Blogging,Social Media, Branding, Marketing, and Web Content. I contribute articles and poems to online magazines, Socialpotpourri, and also write on my blog – www.sulekharawat.com. You can connect with my on Twitter and Facebook.
Midlife Means Losing My Memory?
Midlife is just another phase of life…or is it?
We live because we remember…memories are precious, treasure them. My blog’s tagline explains my point so eloquently. As we grow older, we start taking life a bit easy; laugh longer, smile faster, speak our minds, don’t worry so much about pleasing people than being true to our instincts and feelings. We don’t try to fit in bit instead we come out of our own shadow and stand tall, though a bit fatigued due to a multitude of reasons, physical and hormonal.
I am a proud fifty year old young lady and all my facilities are in tip top condition, for my age. Sharing some instances here, that had me questioning my sanity and rushing to the doctors for a remedy. The threat of losing one’s memories makes them break out in a cold sweat, I was sweating too, haven’t stopped since. What could be the reason for my memory loss, forgetfulness, initial stages of Alzheimer’s, or some other new and undiscovered illness?
I was watching a movie on television, the actor looked very familiar but for the love of cinema, I couldn’t remember his name. I had seen a lot of his movies and knew his name but for some reason, couldn’t recall it, however much I tried. My mind was vacant- a white slate of forgetfulness.
The best part is that I rattled off the names of his movies- Bruce Almighty, The Cable Guy, Liar Liar, The Mask, Ace Ventura, but no luck with his name. Finally I Googled him and found out the elusive name; Jim Carrey. This incident rattled me and left me very worried about my state of mind.
One fine day I logged on to Hotmail but realized to my dismay that I had forgotten the password, I log in at least 20 times a day, and I forgot!!! I tried everything but could not remember for the whole day, next morning it just came to me, I punched it in, and viola, I was in.
I am in-charge of keeping all the important bills and papers safely at home, but it has become a standing joke now that once I keep something safe, I can never find it. Once our electric bill couldn’t be found and we turned the house upside down as it was the last day before they levied a fine. Found it in an envelope, tucked in nice and safe in the dresser, just minutes before the bill payment window closed for the day.
I forget to wake up my kids or wake them up before time. I forget to take my pills or take them twice sometimes. I switch on the geyser and leave it on the whole day, and I am afraid someday I might switch on the gas and forget to turn it off.
It becomes awkward when my memory plays tricks on me, landing me in sticky situations. Once I met someone at a meeting and when I bumped into him after a couple of months, I was blank, I didn’t recognize him. He insisted we had talked, tried jogging my failing memory to no avail.
Yesterday I handed over the car keys to my driver at 9 A M and by 10.30 A M I was seething when I called him up to ask him why he hadn’t come to work. He was stunned and informed me he had reported at work at 9 A M sharp. I was mortified, yet again. He had the audacity to tell me to go for a consult with a doctor for my failing memory.
All I say is : ‘Enjoy midlife, almost half your life is over’ (the better half)