Despite my best efforts...

[alexpgp]

I came home after the sim today, ate a late lunch, and then it was almost as if I was intent on ending the day on a sour note: I couldn't find my driver's license, no matter where I looked; a job I had quoted over the phone based on an agency's representation was bigger than I thought it should be, and so on.

Fortunately for me, I managed to distract myself and bounce back. It turned out I hadn't gone through my wallet thoroughly enough (how glad I am I decided to take everything out just one more time!). On second look, the job that arrived isn't all that much different from how it was described.

Everything else sort of fell into place, too. I attribute it to a consciously developed habit of not dwelling on the negative (not for too long, anyway).

Life is just too snarfling short, y'dig?

Cheers...

Comments

[daphnis.livejournal.com]

I like to surmise that the Leonid meteor shower so recently passed left a lot of tangled thoughts and/or memories in its wake ;-\. Several people I've talked to recently have also mentioned 'spacing out' for short periods of time, feeling as though they were nearly sleepwalking and then coming back to normal function.

Personally, I blame my difficulties on age, stress levels, age, other people's denseness of mind, and age!

[furzicle.livejournal.com]

I have a theory. (Actually, I have a number of theories!) It is this: A missing thing is most likely to turn up where it should be.

This seems like a no-brainer. But nine times out of ten, it turns out to be true. As you said, looking one more time, more carefully, in your wallet was the key to success.

[furzicle.livejournal.com]

Another of my quirks:

I've almost totally stopped using a purse. They are useless* and large and give you carpal tunnel something. I now stick everything I need into my pockets. My back pocket gets a stack of about 5 or 6 credit cards (DL, 3 credit cards, health insurance card, AAA card, & occasionally the library card), Into my front pocket I put my cell phone, chapstick and keys, and sometimes my pocket knife for days on the boat, ----and I'm good to go.

*Though just yesterday a child at school gave me a simple bag that may or not be from Africa, as she and her brother are adopted from Ethiopia (I believe). The bag is nice and I brought it home and then to the Dr's office with a book in it, so that may stay part of my repertoire for a while.)