Ah, the seahorse! No, not that adorable little fish with its horse-shaped head.
I’m talking about the one that hides in your brain, discreetly nestled somewhere under your skull, managing everything to do with your memory. A sort of full-time intern who makes sure you don’t lose your keys, your ideas, or even worse, your Slack password.
So, what exactly is this strange contraption? Well, it is an essential part of your brain responsible for memory and spatial navigation. In other words, it’s your internal GPS, the one that knows you’ll always get lost looking for meeting room B12, but does its best to take you there.
Seahorse, this underestimated hero
Imagine: you arrive at the office, full of goodwill, you greet your colleagues (without forgetting their first names!), you remember where you left your coffee (not in the printer this time, well done!). All this is the hippocampus working behind the scenes. Except when he decides to betray you, and then you spend 10 minutes going back and forth between the toilet and the coffee maker, looking for that damn access badge.
The hippocampus is also responsible for this famous long-term memory. Thanks to him, you remember that your boss asked you for this crucial report three weeks ago (or at least, he tries to remind you…). And while you’re trying to concentrate on the endless Monday morning meeting, it’s still the hippocampus fighting not to sink into memories of your vacation in the sun. Quite a challenge.
What if we imagined it in a business?
Let’s take a concrete case: Jean-Michel, project manager, is known for his legendary organization… well, when his hippocampus wants to collaborate. One day, he goes to an important presentation to the management committee. The pressure is building, the slides are ready, but when it’s time to start… blackout. Couldn’t remember what he was supposed to be talking about. The total black hole.
What happened? His hippocampus literally went on strike. Maybe he got exhausted from juggling preparing the financial report and memorizing the first names of new recruits. In these moments, Jean-Michel would have done better to rely on a good old post-it. The hippocampus is a bit like a hard drive: when it’s overloaded, it glitches.
In conclusion: Take care of your seahorse!
You will have understood, this little piece of brain is essential to survive in the professional jungle. So, some advice: pamper him! Take breaks, learn to delegate, and above all, avoid noisy open spaces. We wouldn’t want your hippocampus to decide one day to abandon you in the middle of a strategic meeting.
So the next time you get lost in an underground parking lot or forget where you put that damn report, remember: it might just be your hippocampus sending you a distress message. And if you come across Jean-Michel wandering the corridors, invite him for a little restorative nap.
After all, his hippocampus really needs it.
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