I had a scare tonight. It's Halloween time, you'd expect that, right? Well, different kind of scare. I don't like to think of myself as materialistic, but maybe I am. Five years ago while I was in England I purchased a few jewelry pieces. I wear them allllll the time. There is one set I particularly love. They are a shimmery brown stone. I have no idea what they are- but they're awesome. It's a necklace and earring set.
I emptied out the full size trash bin looking for my earring. Candy wrappers, empty Sonic cups, used Q-tips, you name it, I rooted through it. I pulled everything out because I knew if it was there it would have fallen to the very bottom. Ridiculously, I prayed I would find it. But still trying to tell myself- in case it wasn't findable- that "You can't take it with you when you go." "You can't keep everything forever." "It's just an earring. Don't get upset."
It wasn't in the bin. I washed my hands -thoroughly- and decided to look once more in my room. I crawled on the floor, putting my hands under furniture hoping to high heaven not to meet a spider and found nothing. Then, like the end of all good stories, there was a glint of light in the most unlikely of places: my Q-tip box. How the earring got in there I'll never know. But after a quick prayer of gratitude, the earring, it's mate and the matching necklace (as well as the cheap-o crap necklace set) is put away and hopefully safe.
Again, not to sound materialistic, what would *you* crawl through a garbage bin to find?