My friends and family heard me yesterday. The weight of my purse was considerably lighter as the weight of losing my belongings pressed heavily on my shoulders. But they heard me.
After losing my wallet, I went into a mode of repair I haven’t seen for a while. Calmly, I listed everything that was in it along with contact information and logins to protect what was now lost. It was a process made easier by precautions taken in previous years after having not only my purse, but everything in it stolen before. I was relieved to know that everything aside from the birthday cash could be secured and replaced.
Throughout the day, I checked in with anyone who might have seen it. I received phone calls offering help and anything to ease my worries. I heard jokes and reassurance. I heard empathy and support. Somehow, the missing items no longer bothered me aside from the hassle of replacing them.
My people restored my faith in the power of compassion. Instead of burying myself in a mountain of dismay, I got to be consistently reminded of who I have and how I have them. I am eternally grateful.
Last night, I received a message from a restaurant letting me know someone had found and turned in my wallet. I had called them twice throughout the day just to hear regretfully that no one had seen it. Finally, someone showed up. I immediately left to retrieve it finding every bit of what I’d left in tact. Thank you to the kind people of Wheat State in Old Town. (Try them! They’re wonderful!!)
I was shocked but ultimately just peaceful. I realize it’s just one bundle of belongings and it was just one day of worry. But it unveiled so much of what I needed to see again lately.
I get to keep the change when it could have gone to anyone. I get to figure out how to make sure someone else gets to feel this relief somehow. Mostly, I get to move forward knowing that someone else wanted to do the same.
I have needed peace more than ever lately as I navigate yet another (particularly BIG) interlude in the life and times of Darah Jewell. It turns out, I needed to feel loss in order to feel restoration.
If you hurt, you can figure out how to change it.
If you’re ok, you can figure out how to change it for someone else.
If you feel loss, you can watch for who changes you.
Losing my change has encouraged me to keep mine happening.
Thank you sincerely, Universe.