I am a mom. A wife. A friend. A daughter. A teacher. A writer. I try to be so many things to so many people that when I stop to think, I sometimes come up feeling like I am nothing much to anyone. My life is full.
“Do you think I could have Alzheimer’s?” I ask my family and friends when I show up a day late for a kid’s birthday party, again. I’ve keyed a wrong date into my iCalendar. At least I show up (that isn’t always even the case). My loved ones say, “No way, your life is full. Stop worrying.” Then I wonder if maybe this is just what pre-menopause or adult ADD feels like. My life is full.