Every once in a while I decide I might be losing my mind. I try to attribute it to menopause or the medicines I take, but seriously, I feel like I am missing something upstairs.  Take for instance three stamps I sold on ebay.  They were background stamps, so should have been easy to find.  After hours of searching, I threw in the towel and let Rich give it a try.  After another hour, he conceded defeat.  I couldn’t believe that they were gone and I mean gone.  I bit the bullet and contacted the buyers and told them I lost their purchases.  One buyer thought I was lying.  She obviously has not been through menopause.  The other was incredibly nice about it and although she was disappointed, was very sweet.  She told me she collected “Stamps Happen” stamps and of course I have every one of their bird stamps, so I offered to stamp a bunch of my bird stamps for her, to thank her for being so nice about it.  That was last week.
Yesterday, I sold a package that I needed to put something else in the envelope before I mailed it.  Today, it disappeared.  GONE!  I couldn’t believe it.  How could this happen when I just had it yesterday.  So I decided to gut my basement and I mean gut it.  I destroyed everything in my path.  You’ll never believe where I found the package I lost yesterday.  In a box with the stamps I lost last week.  How is that even possible?  I’m seriously worried about my sanity.  At least all’s well that ends well.  Hey, I wonder where that saying originated from?

Meaning

A risky enterprise is justified so long as it turns out well in the end.

Origin

This is, of course, best known from the Shakespeare play, but it was a proverb before it was a play title.

John Heywood included it in A dialogue conteinyng the nomber in effect of all the prouerbes in the Englishe tongue, 1546:

Lovers live by love, ye as larkes live by leekes
Saied this Ales, muche more then halfe in mockage.
Tushe (quoth mine aunte) these lovers in dotage
Thinke the ground beare them not, but wed of corage
They must in all haste, though a leafe of borage
Might by all the substance that they can fell.
Well aunt (quoth Ales) all is well that endes well.

Shakespeare was well acquainted with Heywood’s work and wrote All’s Well That Ends Well in 1601. It is not only as the title of the play, but line appears in the text too.

HELENA:
Yet, I pray you:
But with the word the time will bring on summer,
When briers shall have leaves as well as thorns,
And be as sweet as sharp. We must away;
Our wagon is prepared, and time revives us:
All’s well that ends well; still the fine’s the crown;
Whate’er the course, the end is the renown.

Alas, I have no idea what Shakespeare is talking about, but I am thrilled I found the missing items and can sleep better tonight.  Until I lose something else tomorrow.

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