I am always losing things: car keys, Blackberry, sunglasses, gloves, the earrings I took off at bedtime, prescription bottles, mascara. You get the picture. Usually things turn up...in their own time. Currently I am missing one pair of sunglasses. Up until 5 pm today I was also missing my car registration and my "to do" list notebook...but I found them...after days of searching. That was a relief because when they were lost, I was quite anxious. The sunglasses don't worry me...they will show up in time...their own time...NOT my time. Or I will buy new ones.
My life seems to be a process of losing things and finding them. Sometimes it causes great stress. Sometimes it is a mere inconvenience. I find something, sometimes I keep it, sometimes I lose it. Losing can be good or bad...as can finding.
I changed my major 5 times in college...then I found my calling and graduated. I found true love. Then I found out it was not so true...and it became a lost cause. I found a house and it has become a home. I was lucky not to lose it during my divorce. I've lost friends...and have not always got them back. I've lost perspective but was able to refocus. I lost the life and future I had imagined, but I re-created a new life.
I have a friend who feels she has lost some of herself since becoming a mom. I think that is OK. The process of losing and finding seems inevitable in life. It's not easy and sometimes I'd rather skip the whole thing. But I do think that living through the process teaches us something...eventually...in it's own time.