Misplaced my watch.
Misplaced my math symbol glasses.
Misplaced my planner.
Misplaced my Bible and notebook. Picked up today.
Tis a season of misplacement. I’ve searched high and low for my watch. After a while, I went back to the exact same places because there’s a crazy idea in my mind that it just might have climbed in there since I checked it last. My dresser, drawers, jacket pockets, car…
After a longer while, I checked places that just don’t make sense. Behind the printer, in my parents’ restroom, next to the spare tire…
Even though I can’t think of any other place it would be, I keep hoping hoping hoping.
Longing makes for irrational thinking and actions.
I miss my watch.