Let's get one thing straight here: I'm a phenomenally lucky girl. So much so that my Denver buddies have accused me of (ahem) walking around with a "golden horseshoe" up my ass. Sounds painful, right?
While I agree that the Universe and I have always gotten along pretty well, it's starting to fuck with me in a way that is highly unsettling: It keeps taking my stuff.
Like a normal person, I lose something now and again but there's something else at work here. It's almost like I've got a kleptomaniac poltergeist stalking me in all areas of my life. It's just getting that spooky. A friend told me, "You're just concentrating on higher things" which is his nice way of saying, "You might just be a careless dumbass."
Keep in mind, I am going through some major transformations these days, becoming someone I don't entirely recognize but prefer to earlier versions of myself. So maybe it's a 'shedding the skin' type thing. I first noticed it in October and here's the rundown:
October: Lost three very sentimental rings - highly distrissing.
December: Lost cell phone night of birthday - not drunk enough to justify.
February: Lost wallet - upside is, hated my driver's license photo.
March: Lost sunglasses, along with backpack, somewhere in my 750 sq. ft. apartment.
Yesterday: Lost job - okay, technically, I still know where it is but still.
Today: Realize I've lost the 'Magic Necklace' - an antique which belonged to my mother and always elicited the most beautiful sentiments from men, women and children. This is gut wrenching.
Don't get me wrong, I'm open to lessons from the god/goddesses, spirits and whatnot but KNOCK IT OFF!!! Seriously, I don't own much in this earthly existence. Can ya'll go teach minimalism in the Hamptons or something?
For fuck's sake.
(Also, I've updated my other blog, Curious Hobo, with a new installment of my travel adventures.)