Slowly, by a thread here, a thread there, the bracelet has gotten smaller. Today at the gym I noticed half a dozen threads have snapped completely, leaving its strength cut down by a quarter.
Secretly superstitious, (what, do you step on cracks and walk under ladders?) I find myself wondering what is going to happen when these bracelets are no longer on my wrist. Will my string of adventures come to an end and with it, my reasonable amount of luck?1 Will the bus break down, the plane have epic delays, my sense of calm evaporate?
But they’ve been with me for awhile now and part of me feels like when they’re finally gone, it’ll be a sign that that part of my life is over.
And a sign that I don’t need the protection any more.
1 Minus a recent incident with a parking ticket in DC that was time stamped 4:02 for parking in a spot that was not a spot at 4 pm. I was quite literally trying to cross the street to get to my car when she wrote the ticket. Maybe the stress of that incident frayed my wrist just that badly in an effort to protect my car from being towed.