Yesterday at the Met, I left my iPhone on the shelf, and when I came back... it was still there - forgetful that I am... Today at the gym I left the iPhone again... This time when I came back - it was gone...
My head lock onto the dissapointment on myself - but I was composed - I think I am just very mad with myself - why I keep forgetting things, I held the thought and then let go (just like meditation said - don't hold onto things - don't get attached...)
I sent a text message to the iPhone, and hopefully, whomever decided to take it decided to return it to the "lost and found" section of the gym.
Latest update: I called at 2:00PM to see if someone decided to return the iPhone... someone must had, or they found the iPhone when I was away and the staff placed it in the safe box... In short, I have my iPhone back.
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