The Mystery of Lost Things
I am completely loosing it. I realize that the last 6-months of my life have been completely dominated but work but only in the last two months do I really think I’ve lost my mind. Well I might not have officially lost my mind yet but I did manage to lose 3 different important things in my life. This may seem really silly but I never lose things. Everything in my life has a place and my days are as regimented as possible.
It started in early November when I noticed the 6-bottle bag that I use when I buy wine was gone. This thing seriously only comes out of my car when I buy wine and take it into the house. The possibilities here are very limited and yet, it’s gone.
This was followed up by the loss of my favorite sweatshirt. My frost your fanny sweatshirt has been with me for 4-years. This thing was rock solid and would have lasted forever if I hadn’t lost it. Again, I only wear it at home, at work, and in the car. I have searched everywhere and it’s just gone.
Finally, my brand new armwarmers, that I owned less than a month are gone. No if there is anything that had a routine in my life, it’s the bike. The clothes come off and go into the dirty laundry bag. There is little room for error here.
The thing about losing things, especially multiple loses in a short time, is that it makes you feel helpless. Like anything at anytime could be lost. I have been torn apart in side over the loss of my Frosty. I tore apart the house, my office, and my car. I was so sure it had to be somewhere silly that I just overlooked. I scrutinized my calendar looking for a clue, something that could have broken my routine.
I know that I’ll eventually get over all of these losses, but right now there is a hole in my life and I would be lying if I said I wasn’t still searching.