was cleaning up the place yesterday evening after sundries shopping. awa's nagging that the place is full of nicknacks and clutter is getting into me. planning to rid most of the things which are of mainly of the past. hmmm - perhaps sell 'em on ebay - plan next week.
was almost done sorting things out & cleaned the place when i noticed i missed my ring. frantic! i looked for the normal places where i use to park it - not there.
OMG - i lost my ring.
found it half an hour later. was the longest 30 minutes in my life... with noone to turn to, all sorts of imaginable thoughts and aftermatch playing in my head. i have never in my life revisit my trash!
the feeling is simply indescribable! the loss - strange that it includes that as tho i fail him - felt even more distance - even more all alone.
oh no! i've come this stage this fast... ??? thots, thots, and lots of thots...
for the emotional and physical loss i've just experienced, i'm determined to have the ring in only 3 places -
1) on my finger
2) by my bedside in the wooden case
3) by my dressing table in the marble case
non-nego!
lessons
- everything has its place/places
- not to take things for granted
- when things turn into routine and automated, they become less special / gets less attention and become less important
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