I must admit that today’s prompt feels like a bust for me.
June 5, 2014: Write about a loss: something (or someone) that was part of your life, and isn’t any more.
Today’s twist: Make today’s post the first in a three-post series.
I am at a loss about what to write. I mean, I can write about loss. I already do! In a way, my whole blog is about loss — it’s all about losing parts of my life and the journey I’ve taken in part because of those losses. I’m taking, of course, about the loss of my old Self. I could talk about that, but I do that already, at length. I suppose I could talk about the loss of my dad earlier this year, but I already did that, too, also at length. It’s possible I could even talk about my weight loss — which, again, I’ve already talked about on this blog. At length.
Wow. I guess I never realized how much my blog is about loss. That’s sort of depressing.
To be fair, two out of the three items above is a good loss. Losing my male identity was initially self-destructive but it has led to a vibrant renewal of my life, a gain of infinite value. And my weight loss has given me back my health, my energy, and my positive self-image. My father’s loss remains a tragedy, but even in that loss my life has adjusted and moved on.
Really, loss isn’t bad, and loss isn’t good. Loss is neutral; it’s how we respond to loss that casts in a positive or negative light.
So, yeah, that’s about all I have to say about loss. One thing I know I’ll never get back is the ten minutes I’ve lost writing this thing. But in the interests of completing the activity, I will post it anyway. [And as for this being part one of a series? Nope. Not gonna happen.]