It was Wednesday night. I had had a mediocre day and was in a kind of sour mood that evening. I try to take my dog for a walk as close to bedtime as possible, so that she doesn’t have to wait as long between her nighttime potty trip and her morning potty trip. Now, I like to call my dog an “emotional sponge.” She feeds off of my mood, and while she’s incredibly therapeutic on nights like Wednesday when I am cranky, she seems to be in rare form. And not the good kind of rare, either.
So, the situation went like this:
- Rory (my dog) was being a jerk, tugging at the leash, doing what she wanted, getting tangled up every chance she could.
- Rory saw other dogs and threw a hissy fit because I’ve realized she she has this unique and unexplainable brand of leash aggression.
- Rory would not do her business, especially not when there were dogs she needed to shout mindlessly at.
- Rory proceeded to embarrass me in front of another young woman who lives in our complex, when the young lady tried to well-meaningly introduce her Pomeranian to my dog. (We finally got them introduced, but I had to hold Rory.)
Somewhere in that mess of being jerked around and trying to contain my dog’s hissy fit as a mother tries to contain a fussy toddler in a full church, my keys fell out of my pocket.
I spent about half an hour retracing my steps trying to find them, but of course my angry little dog had done everything she could to make our path zig-zag in a chaotic dance across the park…thus making sure I wouldn’t really know exactly where we had gone or where to look. I was not a happy camper when I went to bed that night, knowing full well that if I left my building without keys I could easily get locked out. Oh, and I wouldn’t be able to lock my apartment if I DID leave.
So, I committed to work from home until I could get new keys, in the interest of protecting my apartment from unlockedness. I was mentally preparing myself for a massive bill to have my locks changed, replace keys, etc. — plus, I had paid a deposit to have a key for the complex workout room. It was obviously going to be a decent chunk of change. This was horrible.
I was unhappy.
Until I spoke to the people at the office.
I found out I could replace my keys (apartment, mailbox, and building) for $35. I’d be missing the workout room key until after payday, but, that’s alright. I’ve been too sick and busy to work out anyways. So, I went to the office ASAP, wrote them a check, and walked out with new keys. I wrapped up the work I was doing from my apartment, packed up, and went into work.
I was a happy.
Half an hour later, I get a call from my apartment complex’s office staff. Someone turned in my keys. Actually, my keys were found in a kind of random area of the park, by someone who had been standing out there during a fire drill for a nearby office building. If the park hadn’t been packed full of business people from an investment banking firm, they probably would not have been found.
So, I stopped what I was doing at work, ran to the investment bank where my keys were being held, and swung by my apartment office to void the check and return the new set of spare keys.
I had ALL of my keys back and didn’t have to spend $35.
I was very happy.
Now, the day wasn’t exactly fantastic — there were other things going on that averaged out the happiness of finding those keys. And, I had to work late to compensate for the time I missed running around dealing with the Great Key Crisis of 2012.
But, there was a lesson in all of this. And I try not to be super religious-y on my blog. I have friends in all walks of faith and spirituality, but as I’ve gotten more in-touch with my faith I feel more inclined to mention that it’s becoming a part of who I am. This isn’t preaching, but rather an interpretation of a chain of events through my Christian viewpoint. If you disagree, that’s totally cool. But, here goes:
I was huffy, annoyed, stressed out, and really quite self-absorbed in the problems of Wednesday. I was so caught up in what I was frustrated by, that I wasn’t giving much thought to things that mattered…like giving my dear Rory the affection she deserves. So, I was caught in this predicament. No keys, a frustrated dog, and a flaring temper. My only choice was to make myself cool down, and try to approach the situation with patience and clarity. I didn’t find my keys right away, so I was strong-armed into doing what I could at the time. For me, that meant going to bed and trying again in the morning.
I again didn’t find my keys, but where God closes a door he opens a window. I had to get work done, and I had to make the most of what I was dealt. Now, I could have easily followed this route without getting upset, overreacting, or feeling angry. Maybe next time something like this happens, I’ll know to have a bit more faith in how things turn out, rather than instantly becoming upset.
Now, I sit back and laugh about the humor of it all.
I like to think all of this is a lesson in patience and temperament.
Or maybe I’m just inserting random life lessons into a set of lost, and recovered, keys. Either way, I think I’ll be a little less self-absorbed in my own frustration next time around.