My time - line seems fragmented and disorganized, with some small bits missing.
I can't remember what order I did things in, and dates have no meaning to me at all. I have my wifes birthday written down, what cars I had and when, even the order of where I've worked are a mystery.
Some of the dissasociation has become so deeply ingrained I still "believe" it.
The past is a mess with gaps.
Go confidently in the direction of your dreams! Live the life you've imagined. As you simplify your life, the laws of the universe will be simpler.
Henry David Thoreau