Today’s Prompt: Tell us the story of your most-prized possession.
This is the final prompt in this writing series I’ve been doing. Some days I skipped the prompts due to travel and inability to connect (both to myself and the internet) but I have enjoyed it. They’ve been a nice distraction from my usual dribble. They remind me a lot of my Creative Writing classes as Carlow. But I’m not going to complete today’s assignment because #1, I don’t have time and #2 I don’t think I have one single prized possession. I wrote about the Ring last week and that’s a prized possession but then again I don’t even think “prized” is an appropriate word for it. It’s sentimental at best. I have a pair of diamond earrings (small) that mean a lot to me…they’re sort of in the category of “prized” I guess. My jade tree from Edinboro days means a lot to me. But right now it’s not “prized” since it’s in the process of being rerooted after its demise last year. Once it gets healthy again then maybe I can call it “prized.” (because I’ll have brought it back to life). I loved my dining room antique piece that was broken in the move. That might have been considered a prized possession. But I don’t feel like I have a single most-prized possession. I have a ton of little stuff I love to look at every once in awhile.
I guess it’s freeing to not be too attached to any one thing. I don’t know if it’s good to be attached to many things (as opposed to one) but all these inspirational and enlightened books, articles etc., I read say we should NOT attach to “things” anyway. I’m pretty sure that’s the reason all my things broke in the first place, when we moved here. I probably was too attached to them and the universe was saying “get over it.” Stupid universe. I know with certainty though that I could walk out of this house today and not take one thing with me and I’d be okay. Let me rephrase that, I could “drive” away from the house, in my car, that I would never leave behind. No, I’m not thinking about doing that…ever. I’m just saying, since it’s a writing prompt, that I would miss my pictures and my kids things but I still have my kids (as Zachary likes to remind me) so I don’t really need their pictures. I can SEE them. And who doesn’t like new stuff? So I’m just saying I could, if I had to, but I don’t want to. That’s all I’m saying.
This also is reminding me of the prompt I wrote about leaving the Dollhouse to Mya. I mean when you die your stuff means nothing (unless those earrings are bigger).
Speaking of dying I met my first hospice patient today. She’s 96!
So for the final writing prompt today I got nuthin.
I do have to run though, errands and another trip up to New Tampa with the girl. At least she got a ride home on Sunday this time. Good thing I like my new car.
Have a nice weekend,