Breaking chains

Letting go can be a difficult thing. It can be a long, arduous process and one where you can often think you're done only to find out you're not.

I have this beautiful necklace that I stopped wearing over a year ago. It had been given to me by a friend; unfortunately the friendship was a fraud, as it turns out, and it soured me on the necklace.

I have struggled with what to do with the necklace. Sell it? Throw it out? Give it away?

It sat on my dresser in its cloth case silently, quietly demanding that I do something. I pulled it out on the weekend and looked at it again and the necklace took on another meaning. There is something about the design that now has resonance with another part of my life that is so completely separate from the person who gave it to me. And as I looked at it more closely I realized I wanted to wear it. I want to wear it because it now ties to something else that matters to me. Something that is honest and real.

As I was untangling the chain to put it on, the strangest thing happened.

The chain snapped.

Broke away, dropping the pendant into my hand.

And then I realized that the last tie is gone. That last reminder of manipulation and lies is broken and the necklace is free to be mine. And I am now able to wear it. Free of ties that bound it to an unfortunate period.

Free at last.