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Recently our production manager was in a bit of a funk. She was in the process of refinancing her home. She also has a single wide trailer on the property that used to belong to her mother. I'm unclear on this part, but it seems that the county is trying to call the trailer a fixed building even though the county signed papers saying it wasn't. They keep trying to tax her on it. They also remove the tax charges once it's proved that they signed the papers. The problem is that they do this every year.

Enter the mortgage company. They appraise the property based partially on what the county says. Long story short, our production supervisor needed to find papers from when the trailer was brought in 15 years ago. The papers have been in her mother's position for all the time her mother lived there, that is to say "not very well kept".

My mother [also known as my boss; it's a family business]loses things at the drop of a hat. Her purse, her coat, her sweater, the car keys, bills, all disappear magically from her fingers. She's lose things within the space of two minutes. Consequently, because of her strong personality, we all end up scrambling in a hunt for her lost items. I got tired of it. I'm a calm sort usually, and a frenetic scramble goes against my personality.

This year I tried something different. I didn't want to leave my task to hunt for things recently lost. I simply told her not to worry, that it would turn up. Surprisingly things have been found a lot faster then they have been when we're all hunting.

I tried it with our supervisor last week. She had been hunting for these papers for days. I told her that they would turn up. There was no other option. No maybe, no fretting. They would be there. The next day she told me she found them. They had been missing for 15 years and she found them that night. They were in a box marked [ex-husband]'s stuff. She had stopped looking for them and gone to dig out an old dress that she thought she could fit into again. She stubbed her toe on the box.

Okay

jwyldragon, I tried the same thing with you. It worked, yes?

Okay, do I claim any mystical power? Do I claim any talent? No. Did I have anything to do with people finding things? Jwyldragon found her bracelet through her own resources. Our Supervisor found the papers through her own resources. My mother finds her lost things, over and over again, through her own resources. [I'm not helping her hunt for them anymore!]

Here is my thought... We're confronted with a multitude of choices every day. Our mindset has a lot to do with which choices we make. If we're convinced that the world sucks, then we will make those choices that prove us correct. The world will, therefore, suck. If you relax and simply trust that the world indeed does not suck, then we will make the decisions that will prove us correct.

And my little counter-voice steps in:
But what about the dismal news? The stock market? People losing jobs? Bush vs. Iraq? Kidnapping, murder and mayhem?

I don't deny these things suck. Taking the stance that the world does not suck gives me a far better foundation to sympathize then if I were mired in my own sucky doldrums.

And perhaps so it is for lost things. If I'm convinced I will find something, then I will probably make the right choices that facilitate finding something. And perhaps, if I don't find it, then it wasn't all that important, or can be replaced.

...okay, now I'm embarrassed for pontificating, but I'm posting this anyway.