My number one rec on Thursday was if you forgot it, you don’t need it.
Well, I forgot my notebook for my retreat.
I was late, I was grabbing my suitcase and my messenger bag, and I forgot that my folio was between the two front seats.
They were long gone when I realized it but I still contemplated calling my husband to come back. The retreat director had already started and I was late.
At the break, I wandered through the center’s shop to see if they had any blank books.
They did not.
I used the bathroom right before the break was over and laughed ironically when I remembered item number one on my recent recs. Time to practice what you preach.
I don’t have the book. I’m not calling my husband. I will improvise on Saturday and if I forgot it, I don’t need it.
When I came out, readily armed with my new positive, mature outlook, there was my son standing in the doorway holding my folio. I hugged him tightly and thanked him profusely.