In college I found a little silver ring with a black stone.
Simple and dark, with an unknown story, I felt a strange kinship with this tiny object.
Over the months that followed I was constantly losing and finding this ring. Sometimes I'd lose it for a day or so. Sometimes weeks would pass between sightings. It would disappear, then pop up, in the unlikeliest places! I was both perplexed and comforted by the strange relationship I was having with this ring.
The last time I lost the ring it failed to materialize after the "usual lost period." Weeks turned into months and I came to believe I'd lost it for good. This was some six or seven years ago.
Today I put on an ancient pair of jeans (in order to justify my keeping them past their expiration date.) Then, for no good reason, I curled my finger into the neglected fifth pocket. I felt something. A coin? "What a find," I thought, "if it ends up being a quarter!"
What I pulled out was the longest running inside joke I've ever experienced: my lost and found ring had been found once more!
News like this just had to be shared.
The finding of this ring rekindled a desire for sharing that had been smoldering in my heart for quite some time.
I've lost and found this desire over the years (most notoriously here.) It is a desire that I've always felt was unfortunately narcissistic, however I realize that I not only have something to share but a reason to share it.
As I continue to reshape the "about me" section of my life, something stands out: I will never lack for things I want to say. I now choose to curate my thoughts to reveal that which has some purpose.
Here we go...