This morning, I had a post queued up how participating in social media can lead to earned media coverage. And then I discovered that someone broke into my home last night. Needless to say, nothing is going quite as planned today.
But, I did recall a valuable lesson that I thought I’d share: The things that matter most in life aren’t our electronics. Or even ON our electronics. I know that seems obvious, but in our always on, always connected lifestyles, it feels like our tech toys are imperative. And, while we were very frustrated — and totally creeped out — that my husband’s laptop was stolen and both our iPads were taken (in addition to our bikes, a set of golf clubs and a few other miscellaneous possessions), it’s not the end of the world. They didn’t steal the baseball bat we keep in our living room that guests at our wedding signed in lieu of a typical guestbook. They didn’t swipe our photos or art. They didn’t take my one-of-a-kind antique chandelier. Thankfully, they didn’t take the only good photos I have of my grandparents. And, most importantly, though the person was inside my house as we were upstairs sleeping, we weren’t physically attacked or harmed.
As I’m writing this, it feels like an odd blog post. But, I think it’s also cathartic. My personal space was completely violated, but at the end of the day, the jerk didn’t take anything that couldn’t be replaced. He didn’t take anything that I can’t get back. So, while I probably won’t sleep well tonight, at least I know that I still have what matters most.