In middle and high school there was a necklace I wore every single day.
It was a light amethyst colored faceted glass oval in a tear shaped marcasite/silvery pendant. The whole thing was probably one and a half inches by two and a half inches. It was a bit large, and I loved everything about it.
There were times when my mother would beg me to wear something else, just for the sake of not having that "clunky thing" in homecoming pictures. I realize now that she thought I was overly attached. She was probably right.
I wore it off to college with pride, despite he fact that the faceted glass "gemstone" was a little chipped and not nearly so shiny.
But on August 31st, 1997, I lost it forever. Ironically, I know where I lost it. I lost it in the pool at the hotel my parents took me to. Not taking it off meant I was wearing it swimming, as I had hundreds of times before (what if I took it off and LOST it?). Well, sometimes you lose things when you are wearing it.
Because I never took it off, not even to shower, I didn't notice that it was gone until the next day, far far away without any chance of going back to dive the pools not-so-intimidating depths and search the filters for it.
I grieved that necklace like my pet had died.
I know that the very emotional response was a bit over the top.
The strange thing is, there have been other things to which I've become inordinately attached over the years, but the ones I don't miss are the ones I gave to someone who loved it.
I always find myself doubting whether I'm making the right decision when giving something I have cherished to someone else whom I know will cherish it, but every single time I've been rewarded with comfort when I reflect on the item, rather than sadness that it's now gone.
I'm not saying I wish I'd given the necklace away, but I am saying I wish I had the peace of mind to know it was well loved by whomever found it. I hope someone did eventually find it.
But here's the other thing I'm saying, if you have it languishing in your jewlery box, bored and alone... I know a good home that would be perfect for it. ;-)
Seriously though, parting with things we love of our own free will is so much more satisfying than hoarding them til they're gone. Sharing is always the better.
It was a light amethyst colored faceted glass oval in a tear shaped marcasite/silvery pendant. The whole thing was probably one and a half inches by two and a half inches. It was a bit large, and I loved everything about it.
Just found this picture online. Someone sold it on ebay.
Is my precious.
I wore it off to college with pride, despite he fact that the faceted glass "gemstone" was a little chipped and not nearly so shiny.
But on August 31st, 1997, I lost it forever. Ironically, I know where I lost it. I lost it in the pool at the hotel my parents took me to. Not taking it off meant I was wearing it swimming, as I had hundreds of times before (what if I took it off and LOST it?). Well, sometimes you lose things when you are wearing it.
Because I never took it off, not even to shower, I didn't notice that it was gone until the next day, far far away without any chance of going back to dive the pools not-so-intimidating depths and search the filters for it.
I grieved that necklace like my pet had died.
I know that the very emotional response was a bit over the top.
The strange thing is, there have been other things to which I've become inordinately attached over the years, but the ones I don't miss are the ones I gave to someone who loved it.
I always find myself doubting whether I'm making the right decision when giving something I have cherished to someone else whom I know will cherish it, but every single time I've been rewarded with comfort when I reflect on the item, rather than sadness that it's now gone.
I'm not saying I wish I'd given the necklace away, but I am saying I wish I had the peace of mind to know it was well loved by whomever found it. I hope someone did eventually find it.
But here's the other thing I'm saying, if you have it languishing in your jewlery box, bored and alone... I know a good home that would be perfect for it. ;-)
Seriously though, parting with things we love of our own free will is so much more satisfying than hoarding them til they're gone. Sharing is always the better.
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