Tragic news when my final non-metallic wristband broke. I have had many over the years and find them quite comforting and grounding. I tend to pick them up when I travel and I've found that it takes me back to when I'm away. Somehow they give me a sense of perspective if I'm stressed, or lost.
I've always been pretty philosophical about having them on my wrist and not trying to protect them overly from damage or anything. And when the straps on them break then I dispose of them. I look on it as a natural order of things. But now I just have the metal wristband I got in Zimbabwe left. Ironically it was the first wrist band I ever put on.
Wednesday, December 15, 2004
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