The Cinderella watch I bought at Disneyland in the second grade. Teeth. Sleep. Weight. My way when driving to that hotel in San Jose, Costa Rica. Two grandparents. A scholarship. My luggage. Bets. The fifty meter dash at Hershey Track & Field day. My temper. My virtue, as it were. The tweezers to my Swiss Army Knife. Hope. My keys. My VHS copy of Top Gun. My religion. Friends. A pearl earring into the mystery slot at the bottom of an escalator. My place in line. Momentum. The stomach required to watch reality television. Receipts. My voice. The recipe for my father’s chocolate chip cookies. Phone numbers. My marbles.
My patience.
oh girl. i hear you. i have not lost my all together. yet. but the older i get, the more that slips away.
oh girl. i feel you. although i have not completely lost it yet, the older i get, the more it slips away.
And there goes more of it. Stupid computer. Sorry about the multiple comments. Sigh.
Uh Oh, if this is directed at Ivillage and their inability to appreciate you…I am scared that I will never visit this site again….
Yet not your sense of humor. You’re an effing saint lady – I’m wildly impressed.
What??!
Oh no….
What’s up??!??!?!?
I just reached my limit for today, is all.
I lost the tweezers from my Swiss Army knife too! Maybe they’re somewhere together, picking up tiny things.
One Art by Elizabeth Bishop
The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster,
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three beloved houses went.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster.
– Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evident
the art of losing’s not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) a disaster.
Very sorry to hear that Fish. Hopes things improve.
If it’s any consolation (and it’s probably not – lol) you can replace the tweezers from your SAK. You can replace all the small bits (pen, corkscrew, etc). Very reasonably priced too.
This post makes me want to make my own list of lost things… I’m currently going through some difficult times (including moving – I really hate moving across town!) as well and I hope things get better soon for both of us! Keep writing, Fish!
Oh! (sigh.) OK….
So long as you’re ok.
Hang in there… This too shall pass.
I love your blog and this post is awesome. It makes me think how some things we are sad to lose. And then, some (like excess pounds and stupid boyfriends) are better lost.
That is a great list. I would like to add one of mine: mojo. I seem to have lost my mojo. Might have left it wherever I misplaced my mind.
feel better soon. you lost a scholarship?? wow. how? when? why? care to share?
Listen – everything in the whole world is always threatening to explode apart from the tidy alignment you have imposed upon it. It is natural for things to become lost – stop for a moment and consider the things you have found. One by one your marbles will fall back into place, and slowly you’ll find yourself newly realigned with the rest of the world again.
Annie Wonder has The Best Advice! That was very insightful of you to say Annie. Way to take negatives and turn into positives. I need to be more like that myself. And you are right too, ya know.
You said you lost hope. Wondering how you managed to get it back?
Sometimes, when we lose something, we need to know why we lose it, and the only time we get over it is to accept the loss and to find the will and hope to regain it back or if it’s not retrievable, get something to replace it.
As for grandparents, i haven’t lost mine yet, but they are one of the most important people to me, but death is inevitable, best thing is acceptance and having ‘their essence’ like their most precious items/photos and the likes around you, just to commemorate that their ‘existence’ still surrounds you
Sometimes we find a lot of things lost into time, even our own self and personality, but maybe they are better off loss or ‘given away/back to nature’ to enable us to make a better personality:)
For the time being, smile and breathe
That does not sound good. If you need help drop-kicking anyone, I’m a ninja.
Um, well, ok I’m not….but I’ll help if you need me to look ninja-esque