A couple weeks ago I lost my mother’s necklace. The week before, two pairs of earrings and a necklace of my own. Back in June, I lost two pairs of pants while cleaning out the closet in preparation for our “house viewing” by prospective buyers.
Today I couldn’t open the gym locker after my workout, even though I always use the same combination. I had to get the Facilities guy to unlock it for me. Luckily, it is one of those “modern” locks and can be opened with a master key. So I sat in the locker room waiting, my office attire held hostage.
I didn’t feel like going back to my desk in brown yoga pants and a blue T-shirt, so I had time for contemplation.
Contemplating my manic state, and how I could get locked out of something as benign as a gym locker.
Contemplating the absurd, the trivial, and what got me to this place. Yes, to this locker room, separated from my work uniform, my daily armor.
Isn’t that what we do every day when we leave the sanctity and security of our homes? Suit up for battle? Hope for the best and anticipate the worst. Weather the elements and brave the municipal transportation system. And at the end of the day, hope to make it home in one piece.
My existential musings for the day.