Listen… if memory loss were a sport, half of us would be Olympic-level by now. 🥇
At this age, we’ve got stories that could make Netflix jealous — we’ve lived through dial-up internet, low-rise jeans, and relationships that should’ve come with a warning label. We’ve seen it all, done it all, heard it all… we just can’t remember where we put our keys.
But here’s the thing — that’s not forgetfulness, that’s selective wisdom.
We’re just decluttering the mental hard drive.
Some things deserve to stay filed under “Never Again.” 😏
We remember what matters:
💖 Who we are.
💪 What we’ve survived.
💅 And exactly who’s not allowed to waste our time anymore.
So if you’re like me — riding through life on your metaphorical (or literal) bike, hair in the wind, forgetting what day it is but remembering your worth — congratulations, you’ve reached the IDGAF enlightenment phase.
Forgetfulness isn’t failure — it’s freedom.
You’ve earned the right to lose count, lose track, and still win at life.
Now, where did I put my coffee? ☕
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