I loose things all the time. Sometimes little stuff like pens and my phone for a month, but medium things too. I remember a three-quarter sleeve red sweatshirt that I adored and left at the mall. This summer I accidentally left my hat on the bus which lead to a bit of a moment while waiting for the next train. While I generally don’t loose big or expensive things, I tend to loose things that I like a lot. That I’m at least a little bit upset over never seeing again.
At least as often I find awesome things. On the street. On the El. Tucked into corners of coffee shops forgotten. Last year on my way home from church I found a kitchen mixing bowl. The next week one of mine broke and I still have that red bowl. I made muffins with it last week. This past week I found a Camelback water bottle in a Blue Line station. Washed it off and it’s good as new. And free too.
I almost hesitate to tell the internet this because a lot of times when I tell people about something I found they look at me like I’m insane and tell me something along the lines of “that’s disgusting”. Give me a little bit of credit. I always wash things before I use them for myself. Besides, if no one else is going to use it and it just would be thrown away I’m giving it new life, am I not? It’s like thrifting without the store.
There is a certain element where I see how the thing I’ve lost have been brought back to me in the form of other things. I think this is true in the more metaphorical sense too. When I work hard on something and it falls apart I choose to see it as something that someone else needed more. Something else will be coming my way that will be a better fit for me. I don’t always know what it is yet, but I’ll know it when I see it.