Right On or is it Write On

It’s off! It took a little patience, some persistence and a lot of friendly persuasion but I got the ring off without having to lob the finger. It was mid-week, and mid-day when I decided it was time to brave giving it a try. At first I thought I’ll never get this off but then I was reminded to set the right intention so that’s what I did (thanks Andree).

I focused on the ring being free in my hand, on this being something I had the power to do just like someone who chops through a karate board or walks on hot coals without burning themselves. I focused on a hand with five fingers intact and a ring I could bring to a jeweller to get it resized.

I froze my hand in a cold water bath followed by an olive oil bath (thanks Brenda). Then I used a dry rag for traction in yanking and pulling and tugging on the ring. I grunted, groaned and gasped at what was now turning into a purple sausage but I kept pulling, pushing and prodding until finally I felt it slip over my knuckle and into the palm of my other hand.

Weight gain, swollen fingers, huge knuckles and a ring that was already too small to start with was not a good combination. I suppose getting the ring or the finger chopped off, although not great, would have been other options to consider. That or to quit eating altogether and eventually the ring would have fallen off but neither one of those choices were too appealing. I had to try taking it off myself before resorting to such desperate and drastic measures. So there it is. My ring story.

I appear to have a fallen into some kind of pattern with my writings here. I appear on Sunday and don’t seem to get a chance to return until the Sunday after. Although I continue to write in my paper journal, which I got as a gift and I absolutely love, I have to make a commitment to come here more often. It’s not the willingness that’s missing that’s for sure. If I had it my way I would do nothing but write all day long on an assortment of projects. I would write and put together more online and live courses. I would teach more of them. I would spend time doing the several writing projects I’m itching to get at. I would write letters to the people who are special in my life. I would work on my memoir.

I would, I would, I would. I would also, as the famous poem goes, pick more daisies and learn to spit into the wind. Enough of I would! Maybe what I need to do is to set my frame of mind to be like when I decided I would get my own ring off my own finger. There was no room for maybe, if’s or but’s. I was going to do it no matter what and I did! Write on!

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