I can sympathize. I write notes on whatever scrap of loose paper I can find at that moment. Then when I try to find some specific note I think I had made and

I can sympathize. I write notes on whatever scrap of loose paper I can find at that moment. Then when I try to find some specific note I think I had made and cannot find it among the piles, I turn my entire house upside down looking for it. Becomes a singular point of focus, my life mission.