When we arrived in Boston I realized I had forgotten my Fitbit charger. The battery was at 9%.
Instantly the end of my 400+ step streak flashed in my brain. And I confess that Mr. Taoism freaked out. I’ve sacrificed some to maintain this streak, and the thought of it ending because of a dead 🪫 was really upsetting.
Then my brain kicked in. I’m in Boston. Surely I can find a charger somewhere.
Calmer, I searched, and sure enough the nearby Best Buy had a charger. I ordered it, got in a cab, and picked it up:

I was immensely relieved and a little humbled. If I learned a lesson, next time I’ll skip the meltdown and go right to solving the problem. I’m sure my wife would appreciate it.


