This week’s topic is something we’ve misplaced/lost and can’t seem to find. Really, in less than 24 hours I will be on a plane, headed to RWA’s national conference in Anaheim. If you’ve ever witnessed my packing procedure, you would definitely know I’ve lost my mind. I don’t know when I lost it. Possibly back in 1998 when I gave birth to my first child. Those days are kind of a fog. Never knew if I was coming or going. I kept my wits about me long enough to remember that there was a small person I had to keep track of. 16 months later I had a second small person to keep tabs on. Five years later, a third. When a person’s brain is constantly in the mode of needing to know where small people are, you forget where a lot of other things are. Things like the checkbook, your car keys, the electric bill, and your sanity. True, there is another marvelous adult in my house to help me with locating said smallish persons. (Did you know that if you feed them, they grow?) And that other adult is pretty good at keeping track of that checkbook thing, but he hasn’t seen my mind either. In fact, he asks about it quite frequently when I get this little glint in my mind about adding one more thing to our already busy schedule. “Have you lost your mind?!”
And if I was really smart, I’d respond, “Why yes! Have you seen it?”
Since I’ve got less than 24 hours to pack and take care of all the nitty gritty details before my flight, I’d better get a move on. If you see my mind, drop me a note. Better yet, leave it on my front doorstep. I should really pack that thing because I just might need it!