As I plugged my phone into the charger tonight I leaned a little farther than I usually do and there was the gold band bracelet I had lost for about a month now. At first I was extremely upset about losing this bracelet, it's awesome and I love it and it was a constant reminder my graduation since it is probably the last thing I will have ever purchased from the gypsies.
Sad, morbid. True.
Alas, after a couple days of moping, or rather blaming my moping on the bracelet, I decided there were bigger fish to fry, er, cry over, er, spilled milk? Meh. You know.
SO I returned to my adolescent adage of, set it free and forget it, if you're supposed to have it, it will come back to you somehow if not, forget about it. This is a motto that got me through some pretty big losses. That rubberband I lost to a rainstorm, I had written the last stanza to Anne Sexton's "Wanting to Die" on it ... sad, morbid, true. It had also gotten me through to loss of a really awesome grey beanie with a pink zipper flower on it that I never did find ... maybe a sign. And it got me through countless moments of heartache. At a very crucial point in my life when I had chosen that I was too old for this motto, that it was whimsical and nonsensical and unrealistic (redundant? perhaps.) Here it is, proving me wrong and my motto right (really a win-win situation for me since I'm wrong and right either way). But I found it! And perhaps it's a sign that I need to return to my roots a little bit, embrace the good parts of my adolescent self and hold on to the sparkle magic rationale that got me through so many other hard times, why wouldn't it work now? Because I'm no longer sixteen!? Bullshit. Sparkle magic always works and I have my gold bracelet to attest to that simple truth.
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