Do you ever have something happen to you and your first instinct is to look around for Ashton Kutcher because you feel like it is so ridiculous it can't even be real?

Let me take you back a step. Recently I cleaned out my car. I vividly remember taking out my four floormats to clean them. About a week later I notice that one of them is not in my car. Your guess is as good as mine as to where it is now, but the realization that my set is now incomplete was a hard pill to swallow.

There's nothing unique or even nice about this particular floormat. What eats at me is the cold truth that I only lost one. I am one of those people where every little thing I own needs to have its place, and for just one of my floormats to have vanished is borderline enfuriating.

I looked far and wide, and I have since come to peace with the fact that it is gone. There's nothing I can do to change this, and I've chosen the path of simply laughing it off, at this point. It's just a better feeling. We cannot control what happens to us, but we do manage how we react to things. Don't sweat the small stuff and fixate on that which you have no power over; find your peace in this chaotic world by rolling with the punches. It's just a floormat!