“What we find changes who we become.” ― Peter Morville
A hair tie. They come in packs of 50, 100, I’m pretty sure Costco even sells them in bulk! Yet when you only need one because your hair looks like it just flirted with the top of a balloon, they all seem to be playing an extraordinary game of hide-and-seek.
The energy to get off the couch and go to the gym. Because your butt would so much rather be cheek-to-cheek with a soft cushion then on a monster machine making it move up and down to the beat of some Ke$ha song.
The subway train you need to catch on your morning commute to work. Because the B and the D train will always run on time. But your F train—forget about it. It’s like an ex-boyfriend. It only comes around when it feels like it.
Your phone charger. Don’t even bother texting me after 3:30pm.
Enough spare change to pay for something that’s $2.11 so you don’t have to break a $20 bill.
Tissues for a stubborn, runny nose.
An open seat in the food court. After you’ve purchased your lunch and you’re trying to juggle your purse and a tray full of French fries, you’ll have to eat on top of a garbage can until a seat or a table opens up.
The right words to say when someone asks you how you feel about something so you don’t sound like you’re juggling marbles in your mouth.
That one final ingredient for the meal you’ve just rummaged together enough guts to finally whip up in the kitchen.
An outlet at a coffee shop so you can juice up your laptop.
The name of a song or a movie or an actor when you’re in the middle of a conversation with a group of people also having a giant brain freeze.
A few extra minutes to get ready in the morning.
A plus one for a terribly boring event or a wedding.
Though it sometimes seems like there is one on almost every corner – a CVS or a drugstore.
That book you want to check out from the library because you don’t have enough of a disposable income to buy it full-price at the bookstore.
A text message from your Ex telling you that they are sorry or that they love you. Or both.
The courage to burst out an I’m sorry or an I love you. Or both.