mislaid

I've lost my pendrive. I wanted to transport (password protected) data between 2 places and carefully put it in my purse for safekeeping. Then promptly forgot about it and weeks later it's no longer there. There's a couple more places I could look, but no point re-tracing my footsteps after so long.
The hardest thing is to be vigilant in silencing the voice in my head shouting "how could you be so stupid". I wouldn't talk to anyone else like that, I certainly don't want to talk to myself like that. It's very hard tho. I don't feel I take as much care of "things" as I could. Tell me your fears and I look after them safely. Lend me a book and I can't guarantee a glass of water won't get knocked over it whilst it lurks by my bedside for months on end. This of course is the right way round. But because "things" matter to others, I feel I need to try a bit harder to make them matter to me.
I recently encouraged a friend to be kind rather than hard on herself for losing something, so I shall be practising what I preach.
I'm doing my best. I'm doing my best. I'm doing my best...