I lost my keys. How is it possible that after I pulled my car in the driveway my keys completely disappeared? I’ve searched through every drawer and underneath every cushion.

Nothing.

Perhaps my lost keys are symptom of a much larger problem. Maybe losing something so small but vital is a way to get my attention. A call to slow down, to be present.

My mind has been whirling in a millions different directions. And if I had my keys I could continue to rush around ignoring the fact that I’m worried and distracted. I could get lost in the busyness of life.

But now I have to ask myself what is some important that I can’t remember simple things like where I put my keys.