That got me to thinking...

Strange... Waking up immediately from a dream this morning, that seemed more real to life than most, got me to thinking that what I remember from one of the two weeks on my last vacation which I wrote about last night, is perhaps one of the only, if not the only, almost complete memories that I have... from my entire life. Odd and interesting. I only took two vacations in twenty-two years, so how is it that I hardly remember anything about the one week in 1992, but that I remember more clearly the first week of my holiday in 1994, but not the second? Hmm... And, how is it that I remember seemingly so much of that one week? Simply because it was fun?

I still think this has something to do with how I was using my brain and what I was using it for for more than half my life-time. The primary focus was the job, and therefore the memory was applied in order to facilitate the proper completion of tasks related to said primary focus. I remembered anything to do with numbers... files, birthdates, accounts, addresses, postal codes, phone numbers, faxes, etc. How is it then that I remember that particular one week span? Perhaps because I was both physically and mentally removed from the context of the me who I was at work. How does this explain the lack of memories from childhood on? Necessity is the word. I believe I touched on that before and continued here.

I seem to have regained a little clarity today. A little. It is almost as though I have been in a fog or cloudy haze for a while now. Off to face the day.