Today started like any normal day. The sun existed, the sky was doing sky things, and people were walking around pretending they had everything under control. I joined them, of course. Looking organized is free. Being organized is a completely different matter.
The first challenge of the day was finding something I had placed somewhere safe. This immediately became a problem because "somewhere safe" is usually code for "a location so secure that even I can never find it again." After searching multiple places and questioning my memory, I eventually discovered the item exactly where I had left it. The journey, however, had changed me.
There should honestly be an award for finding things you misplaced yourself. Nobody appreciates how difficult it can be. You become both the criminal and the detective. You hide the object. Then you investigate the disappearance. Eventually you solve your own mystery and feel proud despite being responsible for the entire situation.
