Last week someone new viewed and commented on one of my old posts. I didn’t recognize the post so I clicked on it. I read it and thoroughly enjoyed it. (Damn! Who wrote this good piece? Oh, I did!)
I did not remember writing it. (Ok, sometimes I do bang them out! I don’t expect a Pulitzer for every post.)
Then I started to wonder how many times I write about the same thing. Sometimes it’s intentional and I will note it with “update” or “follow-up.” Most of those are to let you know the final outcome (like my refrigerator light episode) or the continuation of a thought thread that goes down a different bunny trail (usually this is related to retirement, aging or cats).
Sometimes I write about the same topic from a different angle (patience, adjusting and letting go are three that come to mind). Yet I sit here wondering if I write about the same stuff with the same view and just don’t remember.
This is like an old dotty uncle who tells the same jokes over and over. No one tells him because that would be rude and we love him.
Or like the emperor with his new clothes except that he’s totally “nekked.”
I admit that occasionally when I have a fabulous idea, the first thing I do is use the “search” feature on my site to make sure I didn’t do it before. Or if I did, I don’t contradict myself (wouldn’t that be the pits?).
As I was mulling this in my head, I don’t think I wrote about being dotty in this same context. Or if I did perhaps you won’t remember. Or if you do, just think of me as your dotty old friend.