Dear Humans,

I love it when I walk out of the automatic doors of the grocery store, scan the parking lot, and immediately see my car. I make a beeline and start unloading my provisions.

But that only happens about half the time. The rest, I’m lost and wandering. Convinced I parked in one section, but not totally sure if that was this store trip or the last one. Finally I stumble upon it and think, “I parked here?”

We try to set goals in life and march towards them confidently, but life often feels more like the second scenario. Roaming around, looking for something, racked by uncertainty. And meanwhile, the Mint Chocolate Chip is melting in our cart.

Sincerely,

Mr. Curt