Loss

There are some things in life you just simply don't ever think you'll lose. And sometimes when you lose things you don't necessarily get them back. It's a bitter pill, that's for sure, especially for someone as hardcore opposed to unexpected change as me.

Well, I've had two of these losses in the past three months and, let me tell you, it's no easier the second time around. Like my father taught me, I'm sitting here with a bag of dark chocolate m&m's (lies it's the bag but its actually trail mix inside and I'm hugely failing at eating it, so you can tell by my writing when I should be eating).

The first time you go through a loss it's really difficult because its new territory. Do you talk about it or keep it to yourself? How sad are you allowed to be before seeming pathetic? When can you begin to move on? These are all legitimate questions with no specific answer. That's why they call them learning experiences. 

Still, every loss is different so even if you did learn from the time before, the second (or third or fourth or however many) time won't play by the same rules. That's what I'm finding out today. 

I'm learning life is pretty much a guessing game--and this is just another proof of that hypothesis of mine. 

So, anyway, that's the insight I've drawn from losing yet another toenail to marathon training. 

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Random interjection: I just threw my apple core across the room and IT LANDED IN THE TRASH CAN like it is supposed to GO ME

When a person runs, their toes hit the top of their shoe with each step. Such repeated trauma often results in blisters on the toes and under the toenails. I popped one under my second left toenail last night and in the process, the toenail just plum fell off. If a toenail has a root, the root came off too so it looks like I may not be getting that toenail back in this lifetime. Loss but not quite as tragic as I may have made it out to seem. 

Until next time, shalom.