I’ve had a little spark of goodness shining in the dark. I have been trying to make myself get back to my gym schedule lately. When I’m on a schedule, I don’t think much about it and its really just something I check off my to-do list. Sometimes I just walk the treadmill for 20 minutes and leave, sometimes I do a full kickboxing class, but whichever – at least I did *something*. Last Tuesday I did a Zumba class which I had nearly forgotten that I love. It was so fun and really lifted my spirits to go. Afterwards I went to the gym for about 20 minutes or so to finish my workout and then I gathered my things and went home. By the end of the night I was very tired. It was maybe 9:30pm when I got home. I put my “stuff” away, cleaned up the kitchen, picked up toys etc and hit the hay for the evening. The next morning I was rushing out the door (of course) to take the boys to school and I couldn’t find my purse! Oh no! Argh!! So frustrating. Eventually I just took them anyway, no license or anything on me. Later in the day I combed my house – no sign of my purse. I went through the car – not there. I started to call around to everywhere I had been the evening before. Nope. I was so frustrated with myself! Why am I always putting things in random places? Can I not just put things away when I get home? I swear I try so very hard to do that. I was literally kicking myself on the inside. The next day, I started calling credit card companies and I put a temporary alert on my credit. I learned that one of my credit cards had been used for a very small amount at a corner store. *sigh* Ok. It was swiped. Mostly I was bummed about losing my wallet. I love my purses and wallets and bags. I collect them really. I am very attached. It felt very uncomfortable to think that someone had gone through my purse and used my card and ugh, it just nearly made me queasy.