This afternoon Josh had an appointment with Phil so after we had a lunch picnic at the park with my parents and grandmother, and played at the playground, and got ice cream on the way home, I put them down for a rest and Lincoln and I curled up to finish “What Alice Forgot” by Liane Moriarty.
The idea of the book is that a 39 year old woman wakes up on the floor of her gym and can’t remember the last 10 years of her life. She thinks she’s 29. She doesn’t remember her three children, her responsibilities, her dead best friend, or that she is divorcing her husband. The book itself is probably a solid B. It’s okay. Not the best, nor the worst book I’ve ever read – but it did get me to thinking – What would she be missing? What should she cling to? what would I hope 24 year old me would remember that I’ve learned in the last 10 years?
- Everyone is just as scared as you. I spent a lot of my youth afraid, I still am, actually, but I’ve learned to use it, to work with my fear to motivate me. I saw people who appeared confident, who looked like they knew what they were doing and I felt left out. I thought I was the only one who was flying by the seat of my pants – I know better now.
- Exercise – screw being skinny, none of that matters. But exercise makes you feel good, it helps you handle stress, it makes you, MEAGAN, in particular a nicer person to be around. You should do it, more. It’s not just for “athletic” people.
- Don’t choose the easy way. Whether it is school, or relationships, or your hair – don’t choose the easy way. Make a thoughtful and informed decision. You’re going to waste a lot of time backtracking if you always take the widest road.
Forgetting is actually something I’m very anxious about. Alzheimer’s runs on both sides of my family, and I think my nightmare would be to have my body be healthy, but my mind be gone. I don’t think that this novel was meant to be scary in any way, I think it is supposed to be romantic comedy – but the idea that I wouldn’t remember my children haunts me.