I was helping my boyfriends brother sew something the other day. When we were done, I had to leave right away. So upon going into my room to grab my coat, he saw my list of reminders. Big letters on folded paper where my phone sits behind, so when the alarm goes off at 7:01am I’ll get up, read , and remember. Truth is I don’t read the list. I never do. I don’t have to. Once I write it down or think of something on repeat enough – I’ll 99% of the time remember it. Though funny enough when I go to get in bed and think of all the things I must do – I have to get out and write them down. As if my dreams will take my memory away.