WEEK 38: I may have been blinded by traditions (specifically the giving of a ring along marriage proposals) but jewelry is still my true love—always inspires me, never lets me down, never leaves me. I am a woman and I am my own promise.
Backstory: I always had this little tales of me growing up and wanting things that I can’t have (too much of a self-control freak) unless I wait a little longer. And I’m talking about patience because I’m the most impatient person I know. So with this, I taught myself the virtue of discipline. My friends know me for my shopping impulses. Whenever I wanted a book again (after having gotten some already), I would give myself a week-time. If I find it again, it’s mine. Same with shoes: if I can’t get my eyes off it and if it fits, it’s mine. If the feeling doesn’t fade until I had my whole round at the shop, after the strenuous deliberation whether I need it or want it, it is mine. The same happened to this ring-pendant. I wanted it since December 2017. I took a deep breath and walked away. One year later, I found it again. Some feelings just won’t die! - 36 minutes ago