This post may be a little bit too early, but it’s something that’s been on my mind since Friday. I have this gorgeous ring on my finger and I have no idea what to do with it. I know everyone is probably screaming, wear it, and I do, but hear me out.
I have only worn rings two times in my life for extended periods. When I was young, I am talking maybe like 6, I had this cute little mickey mouse ring that I lost. Then when I was abroad, wearing rings was the the thing to do and since I hadn’t worn a ring in years, I figured that was the time. I bought this cheap little ring that wrapped around my finger and wore it my entire stay in Buenos Aires, Argentina and months after I came back. I must have misplaced it because I found it in my purse on my vacation in Mexico. I didn’t even know it was there.
Now I am privileged with wearing this ring and I have all kinds of questions. Like should I take it off when I wash my hands? That is something that I thought was so stupid, you know, when I wasn’t wearing one. I would hear stories of people taking it off and I didn’t understand it. I thought it was something that was supposed to stay put, but I get it now.
Should I sleep with it on? I am not going to lie, I don’t right now. I put it back in it’s box and put it on in the morning. Don’t ask me why, but I think it has a lot to do with something someone told me after informing them I got engaged. I should probably revisit that idea.
Should I take it off when I am cleaning? Or when I take a bath?
Also, I realize that I have to be more gentle with my hands. Like I don’t want to slide my hand along the pole when I am on the bus out of fear that it’s going to scratch it. And putting on gloves is a new type of struggle when you first start wearing a ring. I usually just force my cold hands inside until my fingers find their resting place, but not anymore. I don’t want my ring to snag my gloves.
Don’t get me wrong. I love, love, love wearing this ring. Just looking down and realizing it is still on my hand and it wasn’t a dream, makes me smile. It makes me excited, optimistic and hopeful for the future. And it makes me look at the man who gave it to me differently, in a good way. A really good way.
I know this post is going to seem silly, but these are serious questions. What do you ladies do?
