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I have a sad story to share with all of y'all. My wetsuit was stolen.
*gasp*
Yes, I know. Horrible, is it not? I stupidly left my full suit out to dry in the California sunshine and then a thief swiped it during the night (I forgot to bring it back in). Thankfully, I have friends that can hook me up and are offering to lend me their suits. The joke is on the criminal anyway, I figure. I'm a six foot tall girl that had a women's XCEL suit with girly motifs on the arms and legs. I also peed in it right before I got out of the ocean water. So thief, you look like a complete idiot. Congratulations! you big winner, you.
What is surprising is that I wasn't even phased by this poor choice this one person decided to make. I've had things stolen from me. Everything from my favorite little micron pen to my beautiful hybrid bicycle my father bought me. You go through stages of grief when something is taken from you. You first deny that anything bad could ever happen to you. You are such a good person. Second, you get angry. That sonuvabitch stole my stuff! Then you bargain thinking "if only," and then you get sad. Lastly, you just accept the fact that mean people suck and you learn from it. I skipped the first four steps and just went onto acceptance. I need my wetsuit for my photography and for my favorite hobby so I am not wrong for wanting it again. It is a need for my life if I want to be successful in the path I chose.
The internet can be such an amazing but terrible tool. Where else can you find everything you ever wanted to buy in one place! At the same time, we have to admit we are in such a me, me, me generation that posts their latest purchases. Ever seen a shopping haul video? I don't know what prompts people to want so much when there are more important things to think about. I know it is ironic for a style (eh, kind of?) blog to say, STOP THINKING ABOUT YOUR POSSESSIONS. I love new camera gear and new clothing, but I don't let it guide my life and to OWN my life. When I catch myself idolizing my possessions, I know I have to stop. It doesn't even have to be completely material possessions for me to start coveting. I covet relationships and get jealous when people start hanging out without me. I covet the fact that like to be in the know of non-mainstream art, music, & culture. The list can go on, but in the end it just makes an ugly person.
I can't be bothered with regret anymore. There could of been that nagging feelings of "if only," but there has to just be a time where you stop saying that to yourself. Wetsuits can be replaced. Just like any other materialistic possession. Granted, you don't always get the same exact thing or maybe you lose something of sentimental value; but your life is honestly worth more than to keep spending time thinking about the things that don't last. You can always earn more money, but you can't earn more time back in your life. Sap-tastic, right? But you know it, I know it. Not worrying about material possessions is obvious, so why don't we practice it more? Don't let wanting something of someone else's or something unhealthy be the difference in the quality of your life.
