when things go missing

We live in a materialistic world, and many of us are materialistic girls, boys, people, humans. We love our possessions fiercely and feel pride in what we own, wear, drive, and buy. We Instagram photos of our meals on the reg. We yearn for attention and affirmation. And it makes sense. We’re only human, easily subject to approval or criticism. We want to impress!

So what happens when your favorite pair of shades go missing? Or your new sweater shrinks in the dryer? Your reaction in those first few seconds gives you insight into your values. Do you instantly freak out? Or are you sad but realistic in your inner monologue?

I am currently facing this challenge, as my wedding ring is, we’ll say misplaced. I don’t think I’ve worn it for a week (more about my relationship and our middle finger to gender roles in a later post), but I can’t for the life of me remember where I took it off. I lose things perpetually. I’ve lost countless pairs of sunglasses, keychains, necklaces, sweatshirts, socks (haven’t we all?), and house keys. My family all shakes their head whenever I say that I’ve misplaced something… again.

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But dang it, my wedding ring is something I love, something special to me. I know it can be replaced because, after all, it’s just a ring, but I’d rather not have to replace it. So I’m trying to hope for the best, that I’ll find it maybe under the living room rug or at a friend’s house. But if I don’t find it, is it the end of the world? I hope not. I hope I can forgive myself for being absentminded and slightly irresponsible and just move on.

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