Earlier, I was listening to a book on Audible. There was a poem in one of the chapters that I really loved and that spoke to me. I thought at the time that I could use it in a blog post. At the time, I thought that I could remember the name of the poem or at least the name of the poet.

Apparently, the memory is the first thing to go. I can’t remember anything about the poem and I remember that the poet’s first name was Francis and the last was the name of the author’s maiden name (which I have also apparently forgotten).

The moral of the story is to write stuff down for posterity as soon as humanly possible. Or use Siri to make a note in your phone. Or anything at all other than what I did, which was exactly nothing.

Anyway, it was a lovely poem about sailing into uncharted waters as a kind of metaphor for living an adventurous life instead of playing it safe and accomplishing nothing with your life.

At least I remember the book. It’s called Sex and the City of God by Carolyn Weber, and it picks up where Surprised by Oxford leaves off. And it’s great so far. If you have Audible, you can get it for free.

In the meantime, I will make it my resolution for the new year to WRITE STUFF DOWN. That is all. Carry on.