It’s happening more and more lately. I get an idea for a post or a poem. I plan to write it down but get distracted as I wash my coffee cup or pick up the socks I left on the floor last night. As hard as I try, the idea remains elusive. The frustration is, well, frustrating. As hard as I try, I’m unable to get the thought back.

I wonder how many great ideas I’ve forgotten in a moment’s time. Think of all the life changing ideas that are floating around unexpressed.  There must be billions of them. Often someone will say when they hear of a new invention, “Oh, I thought of that years ago.” Is it possible that barely formed thoughts are up for grabs? What if when the originator of the thought can’t retain it, the universe holds on to it until someone who won’t forget comes along?

Somehow that makes me feel better. Now I won’t drive myself crazy trying to remember the fabulous idea I had while pumping gas. I’ll just sit back and wait for the universe to distribute it to someone who won’t forget it. Hell, it might even come home to roost. What a great idea.