(1) 2023 and me

February Focus: Day 1

I guess I’m just built different. There’s something in my genetic code that has caused me to be like this. I can’t explain it, but I dig it. And it seems other people have started taking notice too.

I’m getting a lot of attention lately. It’s manifesting in many different ways. The New York Post interviewed me the other day (though I asked to remain anonymous), footage I shot and a tweet I made have been on TV, I ‘acted’ in a promo, which I’m sorry to say I can’t go into further detail about. And everyone is noticing my ring. My new piece of jewelry I ordered the last time I was home in New Jersey. I sat with my mother, showing her some clothes I was thinking about, and landed on the ring. It was expensive, a little out of my price range, but with some encouragement on her part, I hit “place order” and my ring was on the way. It’s a beautiful ring; a gigantic piece of turquoise that takes up half my middle finger and has become a part of my hand. It fits so perfectly and I wear it so well, I may as well have been born with it. There’s just something about this custom jewelry that spoke to me, that I just had to have it. And I believe it was created just for me, as the website read “this item is sold out” moments after my purchase.

During the final writing day of December, I spoke of how my 2023 persona was coming with rings. Apparently that ‘rings’ true, if you’ll pardon the pun. I know it’s not meant to be a personality trait, but I like the idea that adornments one creates for themselves can help shape it anyway. The weight of the silver I carry on my fingers seems to give me a sense of self, something that’s always been there, but now has the ability to shine through. I like the idea of one day passing this ring onto my daughter, as my mother did to me with her turquoise jewelry. It’s now in the family, just as any tradition is.

2023 began as the year I wanted to come into my own. I’m already referring to myself as a thirty-seven year old woman, the same age my mother was when she gave birth to me. It feels like a significant year full of storytelling and baby fever. There isn’t anything I can’t do as long as I put my mind to it. And instead of thinking I’m better than anyone else because of who I am, I’m learning to appreciate others for who they are as well. The idea I have about myself, I’d love for others to have about themselves; that they are special and significant and really one of a kind. No two people on earth are the same, and everyone has their own story to tell. It’s something that should be celebrated and assimilated, which can eventually ward off the drones and clones trying to ruin whatever our ancestors built.

I know it’s only the first day of the month, so I’m trying not to get ahead of myself. But there’s something brewing here, something I’m creating that can only signal good times ahead. Maybe I won’t get exactly what I want, but I’ll get as close to it as humanly possible. It’s almost as it was destined to be that way. A Buddhist monk blessed me when I was one day old, and told my parents I would have a charmed life. It could be unfolding as we speak, and 2023 just might be the year I finally bear the fruits of my labor. I’d bet my ring on it.

Swears: $4.50
F-bomb as soon as I saw I overslept. First thing out of my mouth. Dropped another six at work. One s-word in front of my entire team.
F-word when I got home.

First Draft Word Count: 51,717
607 words written today
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