Crying in my car

Four days before Christmas, I lost my wallet.

It was the first time that’s ever happened. Ever. I don’t lose things.

On Sunday before Christmas, Daisy and I went for early morning manicures and pedicures. When it was time to pay, my wallet was nowhere to be found. 

My mind started racing. Where was my wallet? Maybe it was still in my evening bag from the night before. Was it in my jacket pocket? Had it slipped onto the chair?

When we got home, I checked all the places it could be and then some – the car, the grass, the garage. No luck. 

I checked online and there had been no account activity within the past 18 hours. A positive sign. There was still hope it had simply fallen somewhere and remained unfound.

So I set off to retrace my steps. Driving to where we were the previous evening, I parked in the same general vicinity and crawled around on the sidewalk looking under cars and in bushes. Again, no luck.

I asked all the shopkeepers on the street, the restaurant manager checked the office and the same in the donut shop.

Driving home, I resigned myself to having lost my wallet. What ensued was a mini-mental and emotional temper tantrum.

Cue the self-flagellation and beratement. And tears.

How could this happen, I chided myself. How could you lose your wallet just days before Christmas? Don’t you know we’re leaving the country and you’ll need a credit card and identification and your insurance card? And really, Stacey, how could you?

It went on for a solid 15 minutes.

And then I heard myself. And I stopped.

The self-criticism was doing more harm than good. I was making myself feel worse for an unintentional occurrence. I kept beating myself up over something that could be rectified quickly and easily.

From the driveway, I called the bank and credit card company and requested new cards. I tucked my passport in my handbag for identification purposes and found a second insurance card.

The biggest loss was the wallet I’d carried for years, one from when I worked at Louis Vuitton. 

I wish I could tell you the wallet turned up — but it didn’t. I’ve made peace with not knowing how it got lost.

There is a bright side.

Both credit cards arrived on Christmas Eve and Santa delivered a new sparkly wallet while we were away.

Be well.
Stacey (+Sarah)

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