by Jen Aldrich
June 10, 2022
I feel very unsettled. It’s very uncomfortable. Having lost my keys. I am past the panic mode—actually I didn’t hit panic, I actually felt ‘adequately’ peaceful through the whole process — from the point of realization to making calls to retracing my steps from when I was at the mechanics (he had my car key, thankfully) while I was out running errands.
And I kept my pretty-good-peace while figuring out what needs to be done to replace them or work around or just live with not finding those particular keys again. And how I would move forward with my life.
But it’s uncomfortable. And inconvenient. And not how I prefer to be living life at my age, LOL.
Practically, for now, I have to get out and put in the code for the garage instead of pushing a button from the comfort of my car. I decided to stop my mail delivery for a week until I either find that key or ask my landlord for a new one. I can’t ride my bike due to the padlock being on it or access my storage unit because of a different padlock.
(I had an extra set of apartment keys stashed somewhere but they didn’t have all the extras.)
This morning it struck me how life can sometimes throw us these curveballs. When we’re going along just great, we kind of have it figured out how it works. Then suddenly, the old keys you used, aren’t there. The things you relied on, that were predictable, steady, that you knew worked, don’t work anymore. And you have to find new ways, or workarounds until things smooth out again. Or maybe it’s an invitation to an upgrade—a new road.
I have actually been bugging my landlord since I moved in about a slightly faulty garage door opener that mostly / usually works. Maybe just maybe there’s a better way and it’s gonna take something finally to break before we can find it?
I don’t want to simplify, but offer some hope… as I remind myself God’s always working for my good. And often, to get to the break-through, something’s gotta break… maybe it’s time to let go of the old keys and figure out what’s next.
