The feeling of satisfaction of being on-schedule (after one whole day! woo-hoo!) is marred by my inability to turn up one of the gifts I bought several weeks ago that I needed TODAY so I could ship a box off to Ireland. I pulled everything apart, I looked over and over again, I rummaged in my brain for that image I have of having SEEN the bag not long ago... and nothing. Had to swap around other gifts because I want to at least get this box in the mail -- and maybe giving up will be the secret to have the damned thing re-appear (and I can give it to someone from whom I've just raided). I hate this; I hate not being in control and on top of things.
Breathing deeply. Letting it go. Moving on.
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