It’s just a sticker.

I know this is a shocker, but, I have a thing. A thing about things… specifically about marking or damaging things. I like things to look and feel new until I don’t use them anymore, and will fret about every mark and scuff.

Someone once talked to me about how fun it is to break glass. I think I actually recoiled in horror at the idea. While yes, I’ve broken things from time to time (who hasn’t?) it throws me into something of a tizz, and I have to tell myself it’s just a thing, it’s replaceable, it’s not a big damn deal.

So while we were at Battlebots, I apparently applauded too hard, causing my trusty FitBit to take flight. I don’t know if it ended up under the bleachers, or if someone found it and picked it up. And since I had at least two more here at the house, I *knew* it wasn’t a big deal, it was replaceable. And I took a few breaths and decided to let it go and not fret over it. I wanted to enjoy the damn day, and I wasn’t going to let it get me down. (And maybe I sighed and took it as an excuse to get the new FitBit/Google crossover that I couldn’t quite justify the week before.)

Later on, I ended up leaving my mini Kindle (I specifically got it to fit in my mini backpack) in the terminal, I just looked at Rick, who didn’t even bother to sigh, but instantly bolted to the front of the plane.

One of the thousands of reasons I love him- Rick understands how much I can and can’t deal with. He knew perfectly well that giving up two pieces of my beloved bits of gear on the same day would be way too much, and went to fix the problem before I could even ponder it.

I know it’s just stuff. I know it doesn’t have feelings for me to hurt. I know I didn’t abandon a thinking, feeling being- even though I can definitely imagine that’s exactly what I did. I could make up a whole story about how this FitBit will be back to take its revenge for me putting it on a cheap band and leaving it to lie all alone, down in the dark.

And just to make sure that I know I know that, I deliberately put dragon stickers on my writing chromebook today. I was careful, washing and drying the surface first, picking out what stickers I wanted and where I wanted them to go, and if I applied them a tiny bit crooked, I don’t even care, because it’s my chromebook and they are my stickers, and it looks just fine.

Blogs are just cheap therapy, you know.

Oh, and if you like the stickers, they are courtesy of Carla Morrow, of dragonladyart.com.