Flags

To flag or not to flag; that is the question. I recently bought a blank book. I wanted to keep track of the good memories I make on the first few dates, the best few dates. Which movie was the first one we saw together? When did we first hold hands? So many sweet moments to remember that I always forget. Ask me in three weeks and I won't be able to recall who I saw that movie with.

I brought the book home and filled the first few pages with my adventures from the last couple of weeks, put it down and actually went on a date that night.

Too bad, but the following afternoon when I sat down to write what I had learned the night before about my current flame, I realized that I needed to take out a red pen (or a pink highlighter, as the case may have been) and mark the new information with a little flag in the margin. Heart sinks.

The only part of it that feels good is being able to recognize and admit reg flags as they happen. Maybe the little "Courtship diary" will turn into "The Red Flag Ledger," but if it marks progress toward the long term goal, all is well.

And on we go.