Have you ever been to a place in your life that you were stuck and felt like you could not move forward? I have been there for the past 6 years. I know this really sounds stupid, but have you ever lost something, couldn't find it and felt like you couldn't move forward because you couldn't find it? Been there, done that! Moving forward now!
Six years ago I had a Colonoscopy and before the procedure I took off a ring that was the last thing my mother had given me before she passed and tucked it away somewhere for safekeeping. Anesthesia does strange things to me. I have always heard that the more surgeries you have the more memory you lose. Whether that is true or not I don't know, but I keep losing memory after surgeries. Two weeks later I went to put the ring back on and could not find it. I thought I knew where I had put it, but it was not there. For the past 6 years I have quietly been tearing my house apart trying to find my ring. I thought I had put it in my desk drawer, but I’ve unloaded that desk three times to no avail.
Saturday I decided to halfheartedly look again, nothing.
Sunday morning I’m lying in bed watching a Mystery Woman who done it movie on the Hallmark station and I keep hearing my husband’s still voice saying, “You know you could get lots done in your room while watching your shows, you need to be up and moving around”. Normally I would ignore that inner voice, continue to lie in bed, drink my coffee and watch my movie. But I realized that we are never going to get out on the road unless I make some hard decisions about all the clothes I have. I have tons of stuff from former family and friends piled in my room. It all has to be sorted through and gotten rid of, so what better time to do it. Believe me when I say this is not typically me, but
I wasn’t doing anything else.
I have had this little green box that once housed a single teapot and cup combo, which is now sitting on my dresser, I had decided to store some things in it. I know I had looked in that box I don’t know how many times, but this time I was going to get the stuff out and dispose of it. I took out a foldable hair brush some Kleenex specialty tissues, old pill bottles, hair clips and a ring and some other jewelry. I have three or four rings that all look alike. You know those rings with the fake 1 Carat Zirconia diamonds in a solitaire setting in silver? I looked at this ring and started to think that it was one of those but I looked again and the setting seemed a little off from those other rings. I got out my magnifying glass and checked the inside of the ring. 14K white gold! It was the ring, my ring! This little puppy went on my finger so fast and it’s not coming off again.
My mom wanted to give this ring to me when I graduated from high school but the jeweler looked at her and said that he could understand if I was graduating from college but not high school as it was one of the finest blue diamonds he had ever seen. Me, I know nothing about diamonds so I don’t know if that is good or not.
Having the ring found and back on my finger gives me new energy to get things sorted and disposed of. I was afraid to toss anything for fear of tossing out my ring. Now I am no longer afraid and can proceed with a vengence ridding the house of “STUFF”. The countdown has begun!
See ya out there soon!
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