I am having a re-commitment ceremony (rescheduled from last week at this time) – and you are all invited. No, no – not the white jacket with ties type of re-commitment – although it may seem a more likely choice these days. This re-commitment is about renewing vows – marriage vows. Whoa!!!! Was that a collective gasp I heard?? Oh my…I imagine you just caught on that that I am re-marrying again…it is true – I am. I am re-marrying the person I will spend the rest of my life with – the one person that I know I am personally responsible for making happy…yep…I am re-marrying the one and only ~ me.
Craziness you say? Crazy like a fox my friends. The way I see it, it is time to re-commit to my wholeness – a union of one happy person. Of course even a one person union requires the appropriate rings. I really love my rings from my most recent marriage. Historically I have given away old engagement and wedding rings (given the way I presented that it sounds like I have had dozens – not so…not dozens), but not this last time around – I just enjoy the way they sparkle too much to let them go. I have decided that from here forward I will wear them on my right hand ring finger as a symbol of my re-commitment to me and as a reminder that I will create my own jewelry conventions in the new forty. Indeed, perhaps I will wear a non-commitment ring on my left hand ring finger – something gaudy and unexpected – maybe a snake ring or a skull…I like it – it fits.
Anyway, I am ready for the ceremony – are you ready? Do you have a tissue handy? This could get emotional.
Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to rejoin this woman with herself (to include however many personalities exist in that head of hers) and her sparkly jewelry. From this day forward she promises to love, honor and cherish herself the way only she can and to never again settle for anything less than someone who would cherish her as much as she does herself. In the meantime she promises to enjoy every rip-roaring minute of her commitment to herself without apology or regrets. Amen, hallelujah and pass the champagne! 😉
Day four hundred and sixty-nine of the new forty – obla di obla da