It's ok not to know...

I bought a claddagh ring when I was in Ireland last April. Then I bought an Indian quartz(??) ring when I was at Red Rocks (vegas) in July. Red Rock is one of the most singularly beautiful places I've seen. My sister says she goes there on the anniversary of my other sisters passing and just reads and talks to her. When she told me I thought, "how lucky." But the rings. I don't know why I bought them. I'm not a ring person. I'm a bracelet person. I wear all types. Beaded. Silver. Thread. Weaved. Yellow (livestrong). 2 or 3 at a time. I don't know why. Some have meaning. Some I won't wear again. Some had meaning but no longer do. Some I won't take off. In fact, I'm looking for another. To celebrate the contract we just got. As for the rings, I wear the one I got at Red Rocks more. Better memories.