Losing things

I lost something really valuable to me: my student health and wellbeing keep cup. Maybe that sounds like a little bit of an exaggeration, but it's not. It was something that was a reminder of my time as a blogger which has been an important part of my university life. I used this cup to look at and reminisce. It was a memento.

They handed out these keep cups last year (if you remember) and I managed to get my hands on one. It's the only travel cup I've ever had so I found it useful. I also liked that it connected with my past experiences. It symbolised breaking out of my comfort zone and taking up an opportunity. 

Whenever I looked at the cup, I would think about all the posts I've written, and all the thoughts I've had. When I couldn't find the cup, I felt like I'd lost my ability to remember those experiences. I was afraid that when I wasn't at university anymore, I wouldn't have this cup to look at and remind me of where I'd come from.

I've reflected on this, and I've accepted that just because my reminder of things are gone doesn't mean I won't remember. Things aren't permanent so I won't be able to hang on to them forever, even if they represent things to me and they can be really valuable to me. 

Experiences and how I act are more important than the things I use to remember them.