i lost my earring today. the back of one of my big black earrings fell out in the garden and i didn't notice for at least 20 minutes. we looked and looked and didn't find it. as silly as it seems i just feel sick about it. i HATE that i have one and a half earrings, and that means i'll never be able to wear them ever again.
i messaged the girl on etsy who i bought them from to find out if i could buy one again. i haven't heard back from her. when i went to check the rest of her collection it seems she only sells yoga bags now.
i'm unhappy. why is it that we grow so attached to things? what part of me grew to see those earrings as part of me? i don't get it. i so wish this hadn't happened. i wish i hadn't worn my earrings while working in a garden.
the garden looks great. and that was enough to distract me for a few hours. but now that it's dark out and the distraction is gone i feel sad again.
i take a breath and pull the air in 'til there's nothing left.
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Aw, that sucks, Les. I hope it will still magically turn up one day while you're digging away out there. I found Melodie's keys in our garden about a year after she lost them. She had looked everywhere for them.
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