Meanwhile...
I searched. I searched my purse, my tote bag. I searched the house. I searched my car. I searched through the clutter on my kitchen bar. I searched my purse again. I dumped everything out of my tote bag. I cried. I searched through pockets. I searched the trail throughout my house and garage. I cried. I dumped out my purse. I cried some more. Then I remembered what Mama had said about her neighbor's keys. That's when I stopped crying and started yelling my favorite dirty word.
"So THAT'S where my keys are. No wonder I couldn't find them! Mama gave them away... #@#*!" Satisfied I knew the whereabouts of my keys and that tomorrow would be a better day, I finally relaxed and drifted off to sleep.
Tomorrow was a good day. It brought restored faith in myself. It brought sunshine and order. It brought birdies that were singing. Tomorrow also brought clarity. Folding the blankets in my car (the ones I had thrown about the night before in my frantic search), I came across the keys: the missing keys.
"Well, _ _ _ _! _ _ _ _, _ _ _ _, _ _ _ _!!!"
End of Story.
I hate days like that!
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| Three little keys. One big lesson. |
Things I've learned this week:
1. Write a blog entry every week telling about three things you learned that week. (It's best if it's related to your business in some form or fashion.)
2. Put your keys in the same place every time AND be cognitive while doing it. Pay attention every time.
3. It isn't the end of the world when you have a bad day. Assure yourself that it's okay and do your best to make the next day better. When necessary, repeat several days in a row. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat...
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