I lost my key ring. All of my keys. And my slightly sentimental keychain/fidget-gadget. I tore the house apart looking for them this morning, to no avail.

I decided that the best way to alleviate the pressure of my growing frustration/anxiety/anger was to sweat it out, so I laced up my sneakers and headed out the door. I put the AirPods in my ears and headed down the hill. As I approached the park, a hard and fast cover of Blue Monday began playing.

I jogged along the path, picking up the pace, lost in the rhythm of the quickly pounding bass, lightness in my step, a smile on my face, the search for keys nearly forgotten. It was time to fly..

Just as I stepped onto the footbridge, over the Third River, one AirPod slipped out of my ear. I watched as it fell onto the wood, took a much higher bounce than I would’ve ever imagined it could, and then rolled, in slow motion to the edge of the bridge. I quickly bent, stretched, and reached for it, only to watch it plop into the river, and spin around gracefully, on its descent, before disappearing into a shopping cart beneath the bridge.

I laughed out loud. Cackled, I think. Stood there for a moment, staring into the water, and shaking my head. Then I restarted the song, and continued my run.

On the way back around, to remind myself of how ridiculous it all is, I took this photo. While holding my phone SO tightly in BOTH hands.