Ah, my dear Wendell ring has been lost. After a fabulous weekend in the Hampton with great friends, my beloved ring got left behind. It's my own fault, I know that, but it doesn't take away the loss I feel. It sounds silly, to be so emotionally attached to a piece of metal that in the grand scheme of things, is extremely trivial. But, I loved that ring and it meant a lot to me.
I bought the ring for myself during one of the lowest points in my life. I purchased it as a daily reminder to focus more on the day-to-day rather than what will be in the future. "The journey is the reward" actually etched into the metal was my reminder.
Being a firm believer in fate and the universal meaning of events, I am wanting to believe that my complete carelessness means that I am to move on from the 'focus on today' mindset to be strong enough to focus my eyes toward the future. For the first time since picking up the few things I owned and moved to New York City, I am in a place where I feel stable. I have an amazing boyfriend, a great group of friends, a job with steady pay and benefits, an apartment of my own, and a kitten that likes to tear it to pieces. I am my own person, I make my own rules. And living in the moment was exactly what I needed to do.
Now, maybe things need to change. I think I might actually need to adopt a 5-year-plan. I might have to start putting some money away for the future. Maybe it is time for me to stop focusing on the journey and start thinking about where I am going. Maybe it is time.