Hit by the old age bus (or at least the absent memory bus)

I’ve just passed my 31st birthday. I don’t feel particularly old, but my actions may prove otherwise.

I was sitting yesterday afternoon at my desk. Normally, I lean my iPhone up against the small model of a dragon that my friend James bought me one time. It’s a great iPhone stand.

However, when I glanced at where my iPhone should be yesterday afternoon, it wasn’t there.

My heart leapt. Where was it? Had I taken it to the gym? Was it still in my little handbag from some outing? What had I done with it?

Then, the light dawned.

I was holding it against my head.

And, as it happened, was halfway through a conversation about a job in digital and social media management.

But that wasn’t the worst of it. Late at night I was lying in bed and found myself wondering whether I’d put my Adyashanti recordings on. Every night, I drift off to sleep to the dulcit tones of Adyashanti talking about something. I lay there thinking I had no memory of putting them on.

Then I realised I was already listening to him.

*Sigh*