My Signet Ring
For my sixth grade graduation, I got a signet ring.
Embarassing? Absolutely. But I guess I don’t regret it.
In sixth grade, I got a signet ring because we were given a choice. For some reason, I did not want a something a normal sixth grade boy would want (e.g. a pair of nice slacks, Yankee tickets). I wanted a gold ring with my initials on it… So after getting fitted for the ring, picking out a design, and a color, I (with great anticipation) received it in June of 2000.
Over the course of the next couple of months, I learned to regret my decision. Even worse was the fact that the ring didn’t fit my pre-pubescent doll hands. Logically, I wore it on my thumb.
This brings me to my point that certain things could mean so much to an individual for brief moments in their life. Being 12 years old at the time, it was difficult to see the bigger picture. But now, it is easier for me to see a decision in the grander scheme of things. These days, I have to be careful with decisions that are bigger than, say, choosing between pappardelle and linguini for my veal parmesan. The lesson I’m learning is that I have to know what I am giving up when deciding whether or not to take a job or go away for the weekend. In other words, trying to heighten my self-awareness.
Sadly, I lost the signet ring on a bike ride the very summer I got it. Maybe, it was God just trying to give me a push in the right direction.
And yes, the pappardelle. Please.