I just can’t stand it when I lose something! It drives me nuts. The sad thing is I lose stuff all the time. Connection? I think not. My being nuts as nothing to do with all the lost things in my life…. well, maybe a little.
Back to my problem with losing things. If I misplace something I’ll tear the house down trying to find it. It doesn’t matter what if I’m looking for my favorite capris or a pack of breath mints. Value or usefulness is not in this equation, I just want to find it. Whatever it may be.
I wish I were this diligent about people who drift out of my life.
I don’t turn over every leaf looking for you. I don’t tear through drawers and search through closets. I may make a call or send a card, but I usually do nothing. It’s not that I don’t care. I do. It’s that I’m so caught up in my life that I just don’t take the time to invest in looking.
Maybe I should spend more time seeking out lost people and less time worried about where I put that pack of gum.