I think I’m missing something…

I think I’m missing something…

No! Actually – I know I’m missing something…

I vanish off the face of the Earth into a 4^th dimension frantic, the phrase on repeat…as if my entire existence relies on an epiphany.

Finally, something comes to mind! I make the necessary phone call to address.

Whew

Six hours go by….

After a long day of traveling, it’s suddenly clear. That phone call – was a waste of time.

I’m missing everything.

Literally.

FML

My ENTIRE suitcase is at home – 350 miles away home. And as luck would have it, it’s not exactly the kind of weekend I can phone in. I have to be on – present. I have to be PREPARED.

Yikes

I have one thing going for me – there’s no time to think about any of that. I set my alarm. 5.5 hours of sleep for the taking. I make the best of it.

Three days go by, somehow, I pulled it off. I think I used every lifeline imaginable, phoning every friend. It wasn’t until I returned home, that I was granted the head space to really think about the key takeaways:

For the millionth time, stop ignoring your own needs for the sake of others (everyone else depending on me that weekend, got what they needed),
Trust your gut (minus the panic attack),
Don’t settle on the first thing that comes to mind,
You can either fall apart, or phone in everyone you know to help hold you together,
When you have nothing, the show must go on, and
Pulling off the impossible, will do more for you than any physical possession ever could.

As always, I hope to spare you the process. But life, may have other plans. If it does, I hope to hear that you came to the same conclusions.