The other night I went to pick up my daughter from daycare as usual, as I was walking across the parking lot a thought struck me about how my priorities have changed over the last year. I realized that I left my keys in the car, wallet and cell phone sitting on the front seat without a worry but had grabbed my feadog and brought it with me because I was worried it might get stolen. I think it’s time to seek some therapy…or maybe just sew a pocket onto my jeans that my whistle will fit in so it’s always close to me.
As long as you’re not forgetting your daughter, I think you’ll be OK 