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I LOST IT
Thursday, January 6, 2022    
 
 
No, I didn’t go crazy.
 
I don’t want this column title to imply I’ve leapt off some cliff (see p.s.), but instead to talk about a different kind of finding, and losing, and finding.
 
What we (don’t we all?) want is to find joy and lose weight at the same time – the doing of either one seems easy when they are the only focus, the only distraction, the only thing on our mind. But, add events of the day, circumstances of our life, ringing phones and problems of others it is our job, mission, or passion to address – well, then it gets more complicated.
 
What drives this inner-mania du jour?
 
And when we’ve found what we were looking for, or relocated something we thought we’d lost, to realize it was far easier to find than we thought, and the lost item/person wasn’t actually lost at all – but that fear we’ve lost something important is riveting, as is realization and euphoria that comes with finding something so meaningful.
 
Lost and found, so profound.
 
 
P.S.  I didn’t lose it in rant-lunatic-ish fashion but thought I had lost it. After yesterday, traipsing around a property in deep snow in multiple layers of clothes, briefcase and me, in and out of someone else’s vehicle – so not finding my wallet yesterday morning was distressing. An hour later, having retraced steps in my mind, I found it here. It wasn’t lost. Just not where it was supposed to be. Frantic, then relived, I wondered how many other folks deal with speed-processing what, or whom to contact – whether, without I.D., I could convince authorities I am who I am?
 
 
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JUST WRITE
Wife. Deal with that, RH, Calgary, AB … p.s. Fiancée. OK, now I’m just messing with you. 
 
Dear Mark,  My husband and I liked two terms:"bunky" for the person who shares your home and bed or the other, more sophisticated term, 'co-vivant'.  Perhaps one of them fits your needs.  Take care, JR, Calgary, AB
 
Life partner. But, seriously, you have a point . . . how do you reference your SO (significant other)?  These days it seems less likely to matter. Only that you have found THE one and you have each other, SB, Calgary, AB
 
How about soul mate as the correct term? … Mark, great reading this morning and so happy you have a soul mate to share the world with. My two cents, DH, Calgary, AB
 
The end of my rainbow. The treasure on my Island, DP, Calgary, AB
 
 
 
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