time for some more gratitude and a story

I am a Chinese Dragon sign, but a Western Cancer sign. If you take a look at the characteristics of these two, you may well laugh at the polar opposites. And if you know me in real life you are probably reaching for your phone to text the message:

"Holy monkey's uncle, that sure explains a lot"

That last part isn't true - I don't have any friends who say "Holy monkey's uncle".

Being both, a Dragon and a Cancerian - an extroverted introvert, has been tricky. For everyone involved. [Sorry, sweetie. You're a great sister!] But here's the thing - I love it!

I love drawing on my Dragon power at work and watching the impact on those around me. There are some days where I have to do a double take to check I didn't just whiplash someone with my Dragon tail [HR frown on that sort of thing].

I love drawing on my Cancerian power at home and seeing friends and family wrap themselves in love and comfort. My home is a sanctuary for all that walk through the door no matter the time of day or night [I do prefer 2pm. If anyone is taking notes].

I am very grateful to have both a kick-ass Dragon sign and a nurturing Cancer sign guiding me through life.

Which is where my story comes in...

A year or so ago I came across a Dragon pendant in an overcrowded and dusty glass cabinet. It shone like a beacon straight into my heart, and while I hadn't anticipated buying a piece of Dragon jewellery ... ever ... it suddenly dawned on me that it made more sense than anything in the world had ever made sense, and that Dragon pendant absolutely had to be mine and no one else's and lady please stop eyeing up my purchase! Thank you.

Purchase safely made, pendant happily owned, I proceeded to live my life basking in everyone's glowing compliments and feeling very bonded to my darling Dragon.

Until the day I lost him.

I KNOW!

The clasp had been a bit funny, some days I found him buried in my bra [sorry for getting so graphic!] and I never did anything about it.

Oh how I scolded! Myself. It was a sad day.

I turned my flat inside out and upside down. I checked inside shoes, I checked inside drawers, I checked inside freezers. Hush, you never know!

I checked under pillows, I checked under beds, I checked under socks. I checked everywhere and more than likely, I even checked your house.

I was one determined checker of socks. And freezers. But nothing.

My Dragon was gone. Packed his bags. Left home. Didn't even leave a note.

Then, last night I was happily ensconced in dreamland when I heard a big clatter by my head. I lazily lifted my arm to reach for my phone which I assumed had just landed on the floor. Couldn't find it.

Sigh.

Zombie styles I rose - must. find. phone. My phone is my alarm, if it goes off and it's not within hitting distance, there will be tears.

Do. not. turn. on. light.

Must. find. phone.

Do. not. wake. up.

I'm doing that maniacal waving of the hand all over the floor feeling for that reassuring coldness of the screen only to grasp what? Right under the bed within centimetres of my pillow .....

You guessed it:

My phone? In my laptop bag where it had been all day and night.

What fell? Nothing.

Dragons are LOUD when they want to be found, y'all!

May your day [or night] be filled with finding treasures!

Love!