lost keys, metaphorically speaking

I find it difficult to park in straight lines. Nearly every morning, I pull into the parking lot at my office, get out of my car, realize that some part of my car is occupying part of the space next to it, get back in my car, and straighten things out. This happens even though I now specifically concentrate on parking within the lines.

Perhaps there’s a life metaphor here; I just don’t know what that is.

I lost my car keys twice in the last two days. Both times I found them in the ignition. Maybe that’s a metaphor too.

I used to be a lot more focused.

The failings obscure my view of anything else.

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