Well last night the inevitable happened.Â My One bracelet that I’ve been wearing for the last year and ten months broke.
I originally got it when my church did a service about the movie Hotel Rwanda, and as part of the service, we had One bracelets that people could take and donate a couple bucks for (which we would then send off to the One campaign).Â Though it began as an act of social awareness, the sentimentality I feel for this bracelet are because of something very different.Â For the first couple months the bracelet served as a reminder of the growing issues in Africa and though I may not have donated lots of money or resources, I am certainly far more educated about the problem now than I was before I put on the bracelet.Â
However, the reason I do feel a little bit of loss right now is because this is something I have carried with me for a year and ten months.Â I don’t know of really anything else I own that has accompanied me as closely as this bracelet.Â It’s been to Vancouver, San Francisco, Cincinnatti, Chicago, and no doubt about a thousand bars.
So that got me thinking about all the things that were different about my life a year and ten months ago, and the changes that the one bracelet has accompanied on.
-Â First off, the church that had the service that got me the bracelet in the first place doesn’t exist anymore.
– I was barely even in a band, let alone one that is now trying to make it (trying well enough to move to Chicago in the fall), and has grown in maturity far more than I could have imagined.
– There are several people who are very important in my life now that I literally did not even know when I first put on that bracelet.
– I’ve had dozens of potential loves appear and disappear, most of which I’ve written a song or two about in the meantime.
– There are so many things I’ve sworn I would stop or I would start when I first put on that bracelet.Â Most of those I’m still saying I’ll stop or start soon.
So thanks One bracelet for being a companion through what has certainly been an interesting, frustrating, and beautiful couple years.Â Now rest in honor on my office cubicle wall.