One Ring to rule them all,
One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all
and in the darkness bind them.
So I sit around lazily more or less trapped in my home here in Sackville, New Brunswick, and I look outside at all the white. Whiteout conditions, constant snow, doors filled with snow to a point where it’s impossible to leave. And what do I think of? I don’t think. I reflect on the things that go on in the world, and more specifically in my life.
I’ll remain enigmatic and mysterious, and thus many details will not be filled in, but it goes along with my ring that I’ve been wearing for a long time; since July actually. June 2007 was a very important time for me in my life, where I was exposed to new things, forced myself out of my confort zone, and thus things didn’t go exactly as expected or wanted, but I was happier in knowing that I could step out of that zone. In any case, I do wear it for a reason, contrary to what other people have been led to believe.
I’ve never lied to anyone about it, I’ve simply avoided the subject and let other people make conclusions based on vague things I’ve said. However, at this point in my life now, beginning a new year, I’m sort of conflicted as to whether or not I should continue to wear it. I like it, and I have it for a reason, mostly to remember, but a part of me wants to take it off. The other part wants me to wear it and keep myself aware of how vulnerable I am and such; but at this point I’m unsure of what I’m going to do.
In other exciting news, Atlantic Canada has been struck with the fourth storm in seven days, and thus we are trapped here in the house, as elueded to previously. It’s cold, dark, and we have run out of food. This means that I’m starving, and not on my own doings! Only time will tell for many things, and my eating habits and thus my diet, can’t continue until I have sufficient access to lettuce and cheese.
Oh and don’t make fun of how my hand looks. I know I have girly and aged looking hands, and I can’t help it. I moisturise every day, but it doesn’t seem to make a difference in the weathering of my fingers.