I just lost forty dollars.

Lost. Poof. Gone. I am trying to be kind of oh-well about it but frankly I’m pissed.

I was at the ATM, with my puppy, trying to juggle everything and when it spit out my money I just stuffed it in my pocket. That was the last time I saw it. It could be anywhere on the UNC campus or downtown, it’s probably lying in the grass somewhere, where some lucky person will stumble across it. I keep trying to tell myself—between gritting my teeth and seething—that there is a reason for this. That maybe, just maybe, someone else really needs that forty dollars and will find it and it will give them some joy they might not otherwise have.

This is a very Buddist take on an annoying situation. It’s helping. A little.

I truly believe everything happens for a reason. When a bunch of things start going wrong all at once I always wonder why, exactly, my patience is being tested. Today I think maybe it’s because I’ve gotten a little too caught up in finances lately. Maybe this is someone’s way (so non-denominational!) of reminding me you can’t take it with you.

Apparently I can’t even take it across campus. But again: there is a reason. Yes. Yes.