So I have worn a Claddagh ring since middle school. And when I say worn I mean it. It was removed for plays and swimming and nothing else. I wore it day and night for about 8 years.
My right index finger has developed a slight indent for it and everything. Having to remove it makes my hand feel naked and I will unconsciously finger the spot and get anxious.
Well, I lost the ring in October.
Since then I’ve been torn between two courses of action.
The first is to let it go and wait until someone gives me one. Claddaghs are traditionally given between lovers(or friends but that’s the loose version) and maybe I should wait for that. I lost the ring around a time I was doing some soul searching and learning to retrust God and the universe to take care of me and losing my ring seems to fall into that vein of fate.
The second urge is to go get a new one. Unsurprisingly. Of course finding my particularly claddagh style is not easy. I want the exact same ring and there is a surprising amount of variation in claddagh rings. By surprising I mean totally aggravating!
I’m currently going through a bout of searching online for another.
but maybe I should wait. idk.
