I’ve always kept my left finger unadorned.
As if that finger were sacred– to be saved for the future.
But today I decided otherwise.
Because that finger belongs to me– rather and some imagined future spouse. It struck me as not just hopelessly patriarchal, but silly, to continue waiting.
I’ve always thought of myself as someone’s future wife or future mother. I’ve always kept “The Big Picture” in mind, and that has largely governed my actions. It’s kept me responsible and practical.
But today I define myself alone– without any other influence.
I am not a woman who considers parts of herself verboten unless claimed by a relationship. It may seem trivial, but I find it empowering.
I’m no longer passive.
I put a ring on it myself! It’s just cute costume jewelry, but I chose it.
And now when I look at my right hand ring finger, I smile.
I chose myself over superstition.
And I feel a new security in that choice.