Bouncing back

I lost my driver's license for an hour.

I'd been traveling for work, pulled it out of my wallet to hand to TSA, and then put it somewhere else once I cleared security.

Forgot to put it back in my wallet.

At the Walmart, realized it was missing.

Not the end of the world, though I could see it from there.

Because for me, that was more than a misplaced ID.

I pride myself on having things organized, structured.

Or I used to, anyway.

Now I know that structure, organization, is just in my DNA.

So I've embraced that part of the wiring, seen it for the advantage that it can be, that I don't have to worry about knowing where things are all the time, because they're always in one bucket or another, physical and otherwise.

For a moment the narrative in my head was that I can't even get that right. That in addition to all the other things my neurodiversity makes less easy, now I had that to contend with.

Then I remembered grace. That I needed to give myself that grace. That it was probably somewhere I could locate it again, and if not, well, I knew what I needed to do to get a new one.

I found it, where I thought it might be, and order was restored.

Resilience is about the recovery before the end.