Finding What’s Lost

Today I had two surprises. Both awesome.

I show up for yoga class, and Amois is there too. We’re going to take the yoga class together. I’m so pumped. I’d been on back-to-back calls all morning and didn’t check my cell phone until 2pm. It was that kind of day.

The yoga was divine, but the best part was the beginning when Amois found my yoga mat at the yoga studio.

I had been missing my yoga mat for weeks. I searched the whole house each week in vain trying to find my mat. It’s fairly large, yet I didn’t want to underestimate my two girls in stuffing it somewhere creative, so I kept up the search.

I was surprised at the intensity of the satisfaction of finding something that was lost. I realized it wasn’t so much the mat that I was after, but the satisfaction came from knowing that I didn’t have to search for the mat anymore, and that she saved me literally a hour each month trying to search for it.

Makes me reconsider how attached I am to stuff.

But, wow, it felt so good to find it again.