The warmth and sunshine on Tuesday put me in a great mood, but unfortunately that mood did not carry over into Wednesday. Yesterday I had an okay morning. I woke up and met a friend for a run before work and before it started raining. On my way into work it really started raining and I was glad I remembered my umbrella. I didn’t even mind the rain so much. It was somewhat refreshing.
The first half of my day in my cubical was okay, though things started to go downhill. I was working on one project that was really annoying me and another project that was just really, really boring. I had other things that I would’ve rather worked on, but these two had priority.
I’ve also been stewing all week about an incredibly rude and inconsiderate comment I made to someone last weekend. I didn’t realize how awful it was until later on, after I was away from the person. I don’t have this person’s phone number so I can’t call to apologize and I’m not sure when I’ll see them again. Anyway I started thinking about how awful it was again this morning and that started to get me down.
Lunch rolled around and even though it was still raining, I headed out for the library. I enjoy going to the public library on my lunch hour. It’s a 5 minute drive from my office and it’s really quiet. I can curl up with a sandwich and a book and clear my head. All was good until I left the library to head back to the office. I looked down and noticed that my right hand ring was missing. It was not on my hand!
I immediately pulled the car over and started searching in the seats and through my purse. I got out and looked in the backseat and checked my coat pockets. I didn’t find it. I turned around and headed back to the library. I searched the parking lot and retraced my steps back into the library to where I was sitting. I talked to the girl at the desk and she hadn’t seen it. I left her my name and number and a description of the ring and walked back out to my car, completely saddened. It must’ve slipped off my finger at some point and fallen who knows where.
The ring wasn’t expensive, but it meant a lot to me. It was a simple sterling silver band that Benzo had given me on our 5 year wedding anniversary. He had it engraved on the inside with our initials and the date. It was a really thoughtful gift and I’ve worn it everyday since.
As I drove back to the office I tried really hard not to cry. I knew if I did I would have raccoon eyes and I didn’t really want to explain that to my boss. Plus I was already late coming back from lunch having gone back to the library to look for my ring.
Back at the office I couldn’t even call Benzo to tell him what happened because I knew I would be too upset. I sent him an e-mail explaining that my ring was gone. Bless his heart, he tried to be positive saying that he was sure it would turn up soon. I was in a pretty bad mood by then so I rebutted any positivity he tried to send my way.
I wallowed in my cube all afternoon, completely distracted and not getting a lot accomplished. When the day was finally over I started making my way home. Benzo was working late and then meeting some friends, so I was planning on having the house to myself all evening. When I pulled into the driveway, I was seriously contemplating climbing straight into bed and getting lost in a book or a movie. But then another car pulled into the driveway. It was Benzo! He decided to leave work early to come home and eat dinner with me before meeting his friends. He said he didn’t want me to be sad at home alone. 🙂
So we decided to go out for dinner. To cheer up I dove head first into this:
A big stack of chocolate chip pancakes at IHOP. It definitely wasn’t healthy or plant-based, but it was just what I needed at that moment in time. Every once in awhile you just need something like this. And even though this is a prime example of emotional eating, I didn’t care.
Honestly I was cheered up by the pancakes.
After dinner we went to Target and Old Navy to look at some things for our vacation this summer. That cheered me up a bit too, to think about the future.
I’m still sad that my ring is gone and it’s going to take me awhile to get used to not having a ring on my right hand anymore. I’m not really mad or angry about it, just really sad to have lost it. It was an accident and not anyone’s fault so there’s no one to blame. I am however very thankful that it wasn’t my wedding ring that slipped off my hand. I would’ve been completely hysterical.
Have you ever lost something that meant a lot to you? How did you deal with it?