I was in Orlando the last two days for a quick, in-and-out work trip - your standard business meeting at a business hotel by the Orlando Convention Center.
But that's not the point of this post.
After a great dinner with a client and colleague I headed back up to my hotel room getting into my pajamas, taking out my contacts, taking off my jewelry and turning on the TV - standard protocol.
When my alarm went off in the morning and I got ready as usual, that is, until I couldn't find my engagement ring.
Every single piece of jewelry and my watch from the night before were in their place, but my ring wasn't there.
In my panic had somehow put it in my head that someone had broken into my hotel room while I was sleeping and stolen my ring.
I couldn't breathe.
I tore all the sheets off my bed, looked through all the drawers in the nightstand, moved the nightstand, etc.
My. Heart. Was. Beating. Out. Of. My. Chest.
I was one second away from calling the front desk when I turned the light from my phone under the bed and saw a reflection shining bright like a diamond.
Thank you sweet Jesus.
I still have no idea how it got under the bed, but I'm pretty positive that I now know what a heart attack feels like.
I would like to never experience that feeling again thankyouverymuch.
Happy Thursday, kids.