I went out to dinner with a couple of girlfriends. We do it a few times a year. I sat down and we all set our purses in the one open spot in the booth, and they chuckled at me for my gigantic diaper bag.
We sat, ate, talked until the waitress stopped bringing us water. When the waitress brought the check, I asked for my bag back.
I went digging.
I found a bag with two water bottles and a rotten banana that the kids didn’t eat when we went to the museum last week. I found a mason jar with the remaining $1.13 that Jenna didn’t spend on her penguin finger puppet. There were diapers, of course. Granola bars. Last week’s church bulletin in several pieces. My bullet journal that’s been there since Sunday because I haven’t done anything productive since a bug knocked my family out that afternoon.
But no wallet.
What the actual heck?
Ugh. I mean, it’s funny. The mushed banana and the mason jar with money were cracking us up, but for reals. Now my friend has to cover me and that’s embarrassing.
You know what? It was fine. (I feel like that could be the alternate title for this whole darn series. “It’s fine.”)
We laughed. I felt sheepish. I tried to leave because I am the only one of us who has a baby who nurses before bed, but we got chatting some more and I didn’t leave for another 45 minutes. (The poor child didn’t go down until about 10. It happens. Again, it’s fine.)
I think that doing stupid, embarrassing crap like leaving a wallet home or starting to sing a verse too early at church (did that this week, too… on mic) or any other goofy thing is good now and then.
It reminded me not to take myself too seriously. It reminded my friends (and now you) that none of us has our stuff together all the time. (Not that my friends last night were under any illusions. You either, for that matter.)
This used to be the sort of thing that I’d cringe about periodically for ages. But the more I live, the more stupid crap I do, and the less margin I have for cringing about it later, because who has the energy???
I have to find a new story to play in my head. “I’m such an idiot!” isn’t working for me anymore.
What I find myself switching to is “Haha. It’s fine. Everybody does dumb stuff now and then.”
(If this new narrative is false and you never do stupid stuff by mistake, do me a favor and tell me… later. Because this is totally working for me right now.)
If you have any silly stuff to share, by all means share! (Reinforces my story that it’s all of us.)
(In case you wondered, my wallet was in my little bag… the one I would have switched into if I had been less pressed for time. For the love.)
This post is part of a 31-day series called “Grace in Failure.” Other posts from the series can be found here.