A Moment of Truth

Everyone has those moments in life where they just need to step back, take a breath, and think. These moments frequently occur in my life whenever I loose something. Although I am an not a regular loser of my belongings (because I am so anal about my wallet, keys, and phone mostly), whenever I  have "accidentally misplaced" one of these items that I cannot live without (or so I think) I immediately freak out. I break down, start screaming and most times cry. But the worst thing that I do is try and blame someone else.

These moments for me are moments in which I really realize that I am wrong. Although I think someone has accidentally either taken, thrown away, or maliciously hidden what I have lost, I have to stop and really regroup my thoughts. And even though I make accusations, I always have to remind myself that these are all my possessions, so why would it be someone else's fault if they were lost?

It can be hard admitting that you are in the wrong. You would also think that once it happens, that it would be easier to do again. For me, admitting I am wrong has become harder and harder. Maybe it is because I am getting older and think I am getting wiser, but really I think I am getting more forgetful and blaming my absent mindedness on others.