Almost two years ago, at my twenty-second birthday party, one of my good friends tied this piece of string around my wrist. I’d worn these kind of wish bracelets before and expected it to fall off in a couple of months or so.
It stayed on for almost two years. I’d worn it doubled around my wrist for two years. It got thinner, it wore in some places. I got used to fidgeting with it. I got used to it.
Arbitrarily, with nothing provoking it, it fell off of my wrist yesterday. I was in total shock. I had kind of resigned myself to thinking that it would just stay on there at this point.
It’s silly and petty, but it reminds me that I don’t like change. And it reminds me that I look for meaning in everything. My wrist still has a little line on it from where it was, but it’s fading fast.
Of course, I can’t even bring myself to throw it out yet. This stupid little piece of string. I am so terrible at letting go.