My dawg’s tag came off his harness at some point today. We’ve had it a while and it has memories of my Dad wrapped up with it, so I re-traced my steps on this evening’s walk (when I noticed it was gone) to look for it.
I’ve written before about finding my dropped car key, after four miles of re-tracing my steps on the Yorkshire Moors. Hope is important. Searching meaningfully is important.
I didn’t find the tag today, but I’m pleased I took the time to try.
I consciously chose hope.