For about three years, I've carried my credit cards & driver's license in a beautiful silver case (like this one, but nicer and with art on the cover) that was a gift from someone I used to know. Without saying too much here, let's just say I stopped loving the case. I no longer wanted the case. The case bored me. The case was a sad, daily reminder. However, I had problems with the idea of just throwing it into the trash.
Last year, I mentioned to a few friends (friends who knew the whole long and involved story) that I didn't know how to get rid of it. Suggestions ranged from "sell it on eBay" to "toss it into the river." I hoped to find a more humane solution.
Last week, a dear friend surprised me with a wonderful new case, with this Steinlen print on the cover, that she bought for me in Paris. Problem of replacing old case solved, but I still had some anxiety about getting rid of it. I know, it's weird to get so attached to objects. But I do. So I carried both cases around with me for four days.
Yesterday, I stopped by the pharmacy to pick up a prescription. When I took the (still carrying the old) case out of my pocket, the pharmacist asked me where I had gotten it and said she loved it. So right there, on the spot, I took all my cards out and handed it over. "It's yours." She was all like, "oh my gosh, are you serious??" I didn't tell her the story, just that I'd be happy to know she had it. And I did show her that I had a new one.
Sooooo...at the risk of sounding all crystals and chakras and new-agey, I have to say that sometimes, the universe just takes care of things for you.