Metal, Sparkly Things and Memories.

I came across an old memory today. I knew it was there all along, but I rarely open it and always put it to the back of whatever container it is. Pushing it out of my mind, pushing it (subconsciously) out of my life. Its sparkly, shiny, a relic from a past life (or so it seems)

Its a ring. It has a marquise cut diamond centered with baguettes fanning out beside it in a white gold band. Full of broken hopes and dreams, full of broken promises, full of lessons learned, and some good memories added into the mix as well.

It is my (former) engagement ring and I don't have a clue what to do with it.

At first, I didn't want to give it back to him. I was so in love with him, so hurt by some choices he made that I wanted to hold on to what I could. It was like keeping that ring, and holding on tight was a way to keep myself together. It took me weeks to take it off. Finally, I put it in its appointed box and it has remained there ever since. A couple of times in the last couple of years I look at it and feel the pain becoming less and less with every time I open the box. Now I realize that what happened was a good thing. I can open the box without being depressed for hours afterward. Now I just feel sorry for such a sparkly ring. What does one do with this kind of jewelry? It needs a home that will admire it, that will keep it warm, and make someone else smile. It is not something I would every think about wearing again, not even if I were to have it reset. Pawning it is lame. Selling a cursed ring sounds like it wouldn't be such a good idea on Craigslist or Ebay. Should I give it back to him? Should I leave it in its box? Should I give it to someone? Donate it to charity?

I have the good memories left in my heart, and live daily with the lessons I learned. I do not need it as a reminder in anyway shape or form as I have moved on... but I don't know what to do with it.

What would you do?

Miracle... The Writer???

Do you remember those handwriting books we all had to use in elementary school? BIG FAT WRITING LINES with a big - - - - - - dashed line in the middle so you could practice your cursive letters? I used to take an entire notebook of those and turn them into my own story books. I would write a story book and every othr page would be an intricate and beautiful and colorful crayon drawing illustrating the story.. all done by yours truly. I used to take them into my teacher and ask to read them... I don't remember anything about the particular story lines but I have a snapshot in my brain of a page with a character named "The mum of dum" and I remember the illustration of this person in a red striped suit (much like a jailbird type suit) that was chained to the wall. And I remember the Mum of Dum was a bad guy.. so there ya go.. Jenn's random memory of the day. Don't think that qualifies me as a writer, but it does attest to the fact that I once had a creative mind :)