I've experienced some great triumphs in my life. I've scored spectacular goals in soccer games. I got an A in my Metalogic class. I beat Becki Johnson at Rummikub (twice).

Today I experienced the antithesis of triumph. I began the morning by leaving my phone and keys in my room. My roommate was going snowboarding, so no one would be home for the day. I realized this while walking to school, but wasn't overly perturbed because I had all the books I'd need for the day. By the time I walked home at 5 pm, there would be someone there.

A marketing class and a devotional later, at noon, I was walking home. Yes, five hours early. No, I didn't remember that I didn't have my keys. After the twenty minute walk, I tried to walk in the door, and as my shoulder hit the wood, my mind cleared. And I bowed my head in shame.

All the way back up to campus, I tried to think of something that made it ok--something I could appreciate about the extra walking. The mountains are pretty, I guess. Whatever. I'm just lucky I didn't let my mind wander so much that I stepped in front of a car.