Saturday, March 13, 2021

A Lesson Learned from a Missing Pencil #SOL21

I love my Blackwing 602 pencil, so much so I go nuts when I can't find it.  I write my poetry, slices, and stories with it.

My daughter seems to like it, too.  One day I found it with her physics textbook and notes.

This morning, I sat down to write, and my pencil was gone.  

I started to tear my desk apart, picking up journals, sticky notes, planners, and papers to look underneath, but I found nothing.  Then, I started moving from side to side in my chair looking below to see if it was on the floor.  It was not there either.  Next, I pulled out the drawer and took the items out.  I never expected to find it there, so it was no surprise when I did not find it.

The gray pencil with shiny gold metal flattened against the eraser is quite distinguishable, and I can usually spot it easily amongst the myriad of pens I have in containers on my desk.  I usually keep it on the desk next to the containers.  

My heart started to race, and I could feel my frustration level rising.  I hate losing my prized pencil.  A few weeks ago, I left one at the airport where I watch my son during his flying lesson, and I was so bummed.  

Obviously, someone must have moved my pencil.  

All of this was happening during the beginning of my Time to Write session on Zoom.  I waited for a break before I left the room to hunt for it in other places.  

I sat back, looked up, and spotted its gold top standing above the other writing utensils in a pencil holder my daughter made me when she was little.  She had moved it to a safe place because she knows how much I love my pencil.  I was elated, but then I realized something.

I think I have a problem.  This missing inanimate object got such a rise out of me this morning, and that caused me to wonder.

Am I too attached to this concrete object that can easily be replaced?  What does this mean?

Am I just tired of trying to find or manage things during this stressful and emotional time?  

How do I handle or let things go without a spike in my emotions?  

Unfortunately, this was not the first time I experienced these emotions this week.  

Thank you, pencil.  You helped me to realize that I need to be okay with letting some things go or patient with myself or the situation.  If I relax and let myself see and think about what is around me, I may find a solution or what I am looking for in a place least expected.  

I am excited to be participating in the Two Writing Teachers March Slice of Life Challenge.


  1. I looked up this pencil and put one on my list. Any writing utensil that makes you leave your writing table go in search of, is a writing utensil I think I would like. I also think I would hide it from everyone else who might decide they like it tool

  2. I, too, have to check out this writing pencil! It is new to me. This line made my heart swell: "She had moved it to a safe place because she knows how much I love my pencil." What a dear! So much to be grateful for!

  3. You've made an important observation - maybe the panic wasn't actually about the pencil at all. I find myself having similar conversations with myself a lot these days.

  4. I like the build up to finding it in a safe place. I am going to have to check these out. Isn't funny how we become attached to things like this?

  5. Not gonna lie, Heather. Had to Google Blackwing pencils! I'm not much of a pencil person, but I have the same feelings about my beloved Inkjoys. Keep your mitts off! LOL! :-) -- Christie @

  6. Life lessons can present themselves in the smallest of events, can't they? I am glad you found your pencil. An interesting metacognitive moment!


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