Belonging, Longing to Be

Something That Sparks a Memory

I have a GPS watch, a Garmin. It's an inanimate object, to a degree. But I charge it, put it on my wrist, and push some buttons.

And I'm off.

This watch speaks to my cell phone, which also communicates with my laptop...and boom. I can track every step.

And it adds life to my life.

I'm not much of a tech geek, but I'm no novice either. I possess the basic electronic wizardry that a typical class of 86 New Yorker might have. But if any potential investors or employers are reading, I can still create some pretty fantastic spread sheets.

But a few weeks ago, my Garmin died, I think, due to neglect. I didn't run for over a month, as work was getting the better of me. So finally, when my capacity was ready to reaccept my running shoes, my beloved Garmin wouldn't turn on, nor charge.

Somehow, I managed to order a charger on-line, without the use of that HUGE Rainforest. Garmin doesn't even manufacture this watch anymore. The charger came, but it was of no use. My Forerunner 235 was historic toast. And if you can think of any uses for a brand new charging cable for my flip phone version of a GPS watch, by all means, please let me know.

But while it has already been replaced with a hotter, newer model, I just can't seem to part with my dead piece of technology. While it doesn't light up, nor function, it has taken me places. It has electrified my heart, and encouraged me to just keep going.

And significantly cheaper than a gym membership, or therapy...trust me, I've done both.

Missing Important Object

For the life of me, I can not find my college degree.

Yes, it is indeed a simple piece of paper. And not having it cannot erase the film projects completed, papers written, books read, tests taken, nor the friends I made, with whom I'm still in touch. College was the hardest I've work in my life, and that time means the world to me.

And dorm life...you just don't get that time back.

It also serves as a reminder of what a horrible student I was, from third grade through high school. Yet, once placed in a college setting, I truly excelled.

But between the sale of my mom's house, moving several times, and a house fire, I believe my college degree has simply been misplaced.

Childhood Prized Possession

Without a doubt, my favorite childhood possession was my Big Wheel. Holy crap did I love that thing. I tore up the Daniel Road North sidewalks. And my driveway spinouts were legendary.

Current Prized Possession

That's easy, my collection of race medals is my most prized possession. No pun intended, or maybe it was, or maybe I just discovered the irony at this very moment.

I was born with a dislocated hip, and was in a body cast until I was nearly two. I was perfectly healed, and learned to walk pretty fast. A family member told me that when the cast came off, I sort of pulled myself to my feet and off I went.

I used to love to climb the tree in our front yard, and do penny drops from it's lowest branch. The limb was so close to the ground that my wrists would touch the lawn. And Grandma Bella used to freak out. "Look at what she's doing. She's going to break her neck!" She would shout at my parents.

My dad, who had to diaper me over my body cast, would very calmly tell her that I was fine. He would ask her if she remembered the first few years of my life.

Life Enhancing

I love tea, candy, chocolate, and edible forms of cannabis. With these come exponentially outstanding amounts of pleasure, vibrations, joy and peace.