The Stress, The Mess and Handling It

mmI can’t find my passport and it’s tearing me apart.

And yeah, I’m aware this is a fixable problem but the things I need to fix it, I can’t find either. It’s weird to think without our birth certificate or our marriage license or our Social Security card, we can almost cease to exist, but here I was with only one of the three and wondering how I was going to prove who I am in order to leave the country.

Let’s start with the good part. I booked a flight on a whim right around my birthday, to go visit my best girl friend from college along with some others I adore who all happen to work in the U.K. And yes, the timing was right as I have just launched my own business focused on marketing and selling both theater and cultural attractions and London has both in spades. My friend and I agree to dates, I find my cheap flight and I smile for about 48 hours straight.

Then I go to grab my passport from a drawer it’s been in for the past few years and guess what? It’s gone. I truly need a week away for a vacation that’s been two years or more in the making. And yet, in order to get there, I need to solve this big and potentially expensive problem. It also bothered me, so very much, that something I thought was going to be easy was suddenly so damn hard.