The Art of Losing

Throughout life, I’ve come to observe that there is a positive correlation between laziness and losing things – most noticeable in myself (sadly).  One of my closest friends is notorious for losing things also, but she is also great at telling us that she has not lost the item, just that it is momentarily misplaced.  The difference between the two eludes me.

Today, I received a call from a telemarketer (please keep reading……)  Usually, I automatically tune out once I work out that they are trying to sell me something or that I have won some holiday through some competition that I did not enter.  Today was different.  What they were offering was actually a clever idea.

It’s called Secure Sentinel.  The basic gist is that they provide a one call assistance should I experience the loss or theft of my purse, wallet or handbag.  Once I ring them, they automatically cancel all my cards etc on my behalf and assist with the re-registration process.  Snazzy idea, hey?  Unfortunately it’s a little expensive given that I don’t lose my wallet that often….and Melbourne is quite an honest city.  In fact, I met one of my good friends because she returned my misplaced mobile phone.  True story.

Perhaps.  One Day.  If I’m traveling the world or back-packing or become a millionaire, Secure Sentinel might come in handy! 🙂

And….who can write a post about losing something without quoting One Art by Elizabeth Bishop (and yes, this poem was read in the movie In Her Shoes in case you were wondering why it sounds familiar even though you don’t normally read poems):

The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster,

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three beloved houses went.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster.

– Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evident
the art of losing’s not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like a disaster.

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