Thursday, May 15, 2025
Whenever I lose something, like a pair of sunglasses, or an accessory to an electronic device, I get frustrated. I upturn the house because I just saw it in the junk drawer, or sitting on the side table. The more desperate I become in my search party, the more futile searching becomes. The search party is no party at all. It withers into a pity party in no time flat.
Then, when I drop the search party, and the pity party, lo and behold, there it is, “buried” under a piece of paper on the side table. I didn’t need it, that’s why I could forget about it.
If you are frustrated, “call it.” Your search for money – call it. Your search for love – call it. Your search for meaning – call it. Your search for attention – call it. Forget about the need. Your frustration and demand that it’s essential is what keeps it at bay. Your desperation is the covering, like those papers on the side table, “hiding” your precious, lost earring.
When you’re not looking for a lover, not giving up in a huff of frustration and really letting it go, you’ll stumble into that cute guy at the Kroger. Your heart flutters when he asks for your number. When you’re not looking for money, a revenue stream opens. When you’re not looking for inclusion, people invite you to those special, VIP events that “no-one” can get tickets for.
When you realize you’re not in need, you’ll call off the search party. Call off the hounds. No APB, no emergency. It’s all here. It’s just a game of forgetting about frustration and realizing you don’t need what appears as “badly wanted.” Calling off the search party, forgetting about it, and stopping the pity party strangely makes it appear as if it was always here, thinly veiled under a sheet of paper.