Happy first of the month. To start this blessed day off I have lost my wedding ring. It's not fun to report back after multiple times retracing my steps that nothing has turned up. I tried to keep my composure and not let the negative sinking feelings take hold, but eventually they seeped in. I'm falling apart. I feel like a complete piece of shit and am really hating myself at the moment. Like I said I've gone back over the areas I felt most likely my ring fell out of my pocket, but cannot find a single hint to where it could be. To help things the carpet is a darker gray with some multi coloring. My ring is a dark gray steel. I had only 3 chairs that I have sat in today and nothing had come up. Some people know. I've let the cleaning people know as well. I have no clue to where it could be. I can keep looking but probably will drive myself insane. I'm making an unnecessary connection to my bike being stolen, but really makes me think what the fuck is going on? First my bike now my fucking wedding ring. The things I truly care about are disappearing. That's a strong assumption. Its overwhelming at this point. Again I'm lost for how I can frame these events. Is there something to be learned? Is there some sign to be read? What the fuck is going on? The last few days I have been working on gratefulness and the ring signifying my connection and love for my wife goes missing. I remember my steps and where I went but am becoming delusional and starting to think up knew places. What is occurring? Can something be learned? Will my ring ever turn up or just another lost hope?
Oh yeah, this is not a fucking joke.
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