I'm writing this essay as part of the Week of Writing Prompts, a celebration of my first year of blogging. Click the link to find out more!
What's you're most prized possession? Why is it so important to you? Where do you keep it?
You know what’s kind of insane about writing one essay a day for a week? Well, a few things actually. First of all, I will remind you that I chose to do this and I came up with the prompts. So I should have chosen prompts that inspired me, right? Second, it’s a lot more difficult than I thought. Normally when I write an essay for the blog it takes me about one week to complete it. That includes the initial drafts, and then the many rounds of editing. Sometimes I share my essays with friends, especially if they’re featured in it. And other times I just read it out loud to myself while I sit at my kitchen table. It’s a pretty involved process, because I like to make sure that I can stand behind the content I put out.
But the week of writing prompts has made that process a little unrealistic. I’m back to working full time, and the only free hours I have to write are early in the morning or late at night. And while I love writing, and would be doing it even if the week of writing prompts (that I started) wasn’t happening, I don’t know that I would normally publish all of these essays I’ve been writing.
I think it’s important for me to remember to just feel the prompt, not every essay has to be some giant revelation or show of emotion. I share a lot of personal stuff on this blog, and not every essay needs to be about that. Anyway, sorry for rambling. Just felt like this essay needed a little disclaimer because it’s kind of short and not particularly impactful.
Anyway I did this to myself and nobody asked for this so it’s all on me.
I have a lot of items in my life that I cherish, and most of them I keep tucked away in a box in my closet for safekeeping. Medals from the half marathons I’ve run, jewelry from ex boyfriends and little trinkets from my little brother.
But there’s one thing that I really love, and it’s probably pretty obvious if you know anything about me.
I grew up watching my mom use hers to make cookies, and watching my grandma get hers out to make desserts for family gatherings. I was always told growing up that I would get one as a wedding gift someday.
Luckily my family realized that it would be a very long time before I got married (cringe face emoji), so I was gifted a silver stand mixer for Christmas during my sophomore year of college.
I love that thing. I used to be so protective of it, only taking it out of its box to use and then quickly cleaning it off and storing it back in the Styrofoam and cardboard it came in.
I’m a little more lenient with it now, and it’s proudly displayed on my kitchen counter. I use that thing so often that I might even have to replace it soon. I think if I had to choose one item that I really love and cherish, it would honestly probably be that mixer. I mean, I don’t know that I would rush to save it during a fire or something, but it’s part of my identity you know?
Anyway if I could have chosen Del Taco, like the restaurant as a concept, as my most prized possession I would have. But I can't because I don't technically own it.
God Bless all of you for reading this garbage blog.