What was my first moment of awareness?  Was it in the womb or in the room at Methodist Hospital on 7th Avenue in Park Slope?  One of the most important tools I have come to live by is Awareness.  I have to admit that memory is not my strong suite.  Ask my husband who advises me as I am looking everywhere for my keys on any morning, or my phone on another.  I am late as usual because I cannot remember.  In the moment of awareness when I realize I haven’t a clue as to where my keys are or where I last put my phone; I am grateful for awareness.  As the battle of thoughts in my head continues -– “where the _ _ _ _K did I put them?” “Why do I do this over and over again?"