The things you’ve quietly forgotten
When her baby brother was born, four-year-old Sasha begged her parents to let her be alone with him. They hesitated, then finally agreed, leaving the door quietly ajar.
Sasha tiptoed to the cradle, leaned over, and whispered:
“Little brother, tell me what it’s like where we came from. I’m beginning to forget.”
We all start out knowing what matters: love, wonder, connection. Then life gets louder and busier, and that knowing fades under the noise.
What have you forgotten about who you are, or what really matters to you?
Try this.
Grab a blank page or open a fresh note on your phone. Then write three short lists:
1. What used to light me up? (Childhood fascinations or moments of flow.)
2. What drains my energy now? (Meetings, habits, people, or thoughts. Notice patterns.)
3. What do I want more of again? (A feeling, a value, a rhythm, not just things.)
Read your lists back slowly. Circle one thing that matters most, and take one tiny step toward it before the day ends. A message, a walk, a small promise to yourself.
You might be surprised what comes back when you start remembering.
My best wishes, Paul
