Do you have any idea how many things I’ve lost in my life?
Do you know how many things have just gone missing?
Some things aren’t important, but losing them is annoying. Some things are important, and losing those things is painful.
And yes, I have examples
Today I’m looking for my Forstner drill bits. They drill round holes, perfect round holes, but they’re not bores, they do not draw themselves through the material, they require pressure.
They’re also not speed bits or spade bits, both of which also drill holes without drawing themselves through the material, because they make a mess. They’re job is to quickly get through a piece of material in order to pass something through that, a wire, a screw, whatever.
And Forstners are expensive. And mine are a set. They are held together in a case. And they are now missing. And I can’t blame anyone but myself because even if they were stolen, they were stolen from wherever I left them which was not with any of my other tools.
They’re not the only thing I’ve ever lost, but they are the thing I need right now.
Not the only thing?
I lost the cross my grandmother gave me when I was a youngster. It was gold, had a seed pearl in the center of it. I wore it for years, and then I put it in my shoe when I went swimming at a pond one day and the next day all I remembered was that I never took it out of my shoe, I just threw my shoes into the box of my pickup and drove away barefoot.
I never saw it again, I looked. I looked everywhere I could think of.
But not forgotten …
That was forty years ago, I still feel guilty.
I’ve lost my keys and I’ve lost money. I’ve lost clothing and hats and mitts and half a pair of shoes that I swear were the most comfortable shoes I ever owned, though in fairness I only wore them five times or so before I lost the right one.
So many things are just gone, never to be seen again. And they all have one thing in common.
Though some of them were important, and some were special, and some were just things that I replaced when I needed to, every one of those lost things shares this one thing that upsets me greatly.
I’ve spent hours of my life looking for them. Hours? No, weeks, months, probably a decade of my life has been spent searching for stuff I’ve misplaced or out right lost. Sometimes I find the thing I’m looking for. I’m fairly certain my Forstners will show up.
I want that decade back.
Time is not something I have an unlimited quantity of.
In fact, while being the thing I understand the least, it is also the thing I value the most.
And I want that back. Dammit!