I lost my wallet while at work yesterday. Lost. Gone.
I stormed around, backtracking my day over and over again. From the moment I left my house to the moment I had realized it was missing. Pacing around, swearing. I spent two hours looking for my wallet. Two hours stomping around pissed off. Two hours trying not to growl or cry.
Finally, after exhausting myself, I sat down. What would I say to someone else in my situation?
"There is nothing you can do about it. Let it go."
It took me two hours, TWO HOURS, to start laughing about it.
Maybe the groomer will eat it and I'll never see it again.
Maybe it's buried in the snow and I'll see it in the spring.
Maybe someone picked it up and it's on its way back to me.
It doesn't matter what happens to it or if I ever get it back. It's just a wallet. I can replace what was lost. It's just stuff.