𝑳𝒐𝒔𝒕 π‘Ύπ’†π’…π’…π’Šπ’π’ˆ π‘Ήπ’Šπ’π’ˆ

I lost my wedding ring.

I feel sick to my stomach when I touch that empty place on my finger. I want to go and hide under the covers. I want to pretend it didn’t happen.

What does this mean about me? What does this mean about my commitment to my marriage? I am not going to the happy place right now.

I have excuses,

I was jet lagged.

My brain wasn’t working correctly.

My finger was swollen.

I’m not organized.

All of these excuses lead to thoughts that make me feel terrible.

I should have planned better.

I didn’t take good care of myself.

I didn’t eat correctly.

I don’t run my life responsibly.

All different versions of β€œI screwed up and shouldn’t have. I should be different somehow.”

And then murmuring voice…”You don’t value your marriage enough to hang on to the ring…”

That one woke me up. It’s a bald faced lie. I value my husband and marriage over most everything (except you, kids.)

Maybe this means I lost my ring. Maybe this is all rigged to let me know that I am not my thoughts. Maybe it’s all OK.

Whew. So, I’m just sad? Not a failure? Yes, honey. This is the 50% of the human experience that doesn’t feel so good.

Two weeks later?

Peek a boo…..

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