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Around the time I left for college until the not-too-distant past, I was known for forgetting things at the places where I visited. It could be anything as insignificant as shampoo in the shower to my wallet or my suit (the latter left in a hotel room when attending my friend’s wedding).
I always left something somewhere no matter how much I “checked.” It got to the point that my brother would answer the phone “what’d you forget” whenever I called home…to let them know I forgot something.
For the longest time it would infuriate me to be laughed at and goofed on for my behavior. I denied and rationalized. But one day I just threw my head up to the heavens and claimed it: “yes! I forget things! Fine: you’re right!”
And since then, I’ve stopped forgetting things.
I stopped forgetting things because I stopped denying and embraced my flaw: no more judgment, no more anxiety. I was freed up to simply be, and it was in that freeing that I made packing a much more pleasant experience. I was more in the moment and mindful of what I was putting where and what I was leaving (or, now, not leaving) behind.
I’m flawed, you’re flawed. You catch hell for your flaws and you know you need to change. The voices may be annoying, but they’re right. Your alternative is to prolong your misery or simply laugh, admit it. and start using your energy in a way that will make you happier.
So hug yourself…flaw and all.