It took me a little while. At first I felt desperate to make this ring. But once I had all of the pieces cut out I hit a brick wall. I don't really understand it. Emotions are a total mystery to me sometimes. Things that one day feel healing and cathartic the next day feel scary and intimidating. As our trip to New York got closer I knew I wanted to bring the ring with me so it was time to put it together...I keep thinking I should be typing finish, it's time to finish the ring, or say, "the ring is finished" but I absolutely loathe the way that sounds. I don't want it to be finished. I'm just gonna say that it is now ready to wear.
I love it. Looking at it mostly makes me happy. The day before it was "ready to wear" I didn't think I could do it. I actually had to stop and start a giant new project to purposely overwhelm my brain. But the next day I came back to it... So strange the way the brain works.
Well I've been out walking
I don't do that much talking
These days I seem to think a lot
About the things that I forgot to do
And all the times I had the chance to