just dance

have you ever looked all over for something, only to find it later in the most obvious of places?  why does that happen?!

the other day i was searching for something in our bedroom, scouring our dresser, rummaging through stuff on our end tables, scanning under the bed (where i found one of our cats instead), rifling through laundry, checking behind the computer... over and over and over again... until, finally, my husband grabbed my hands, noted i had my "stressed face" on, and started dancing, looking quite goofy (which turns out, was the point).

what are you doing?  i asked him.

he told me i was too worked up and tense to continue looking and needed to loosen up.  he kept dancing and told me to do the same.  so i joined in, and before long i was giggling, feeling flushed and a bit silly.

not even a minute after that episode, i found what i was looking for.  it was on the dresser, where i'd inspected earlier, more than once!  literally right in front of my face, of course.

i always seem to have blinders on when hyper, frantic mode turns on.  it's as if something in my brain clicks, saying, oh, there she goes again, all in a tizzy, look at her go!

to top it all off, the very next morning, i found something else in my purse that i'd been looking for all week.  never mind that i had searched my purse several times and it hadn't turned up before.

miracle?  nah.  in the words of lady gaga, sometimes you need to "just dance."