At one point in time, years ago, when Emily and I were new friends, Emily was obsessed with wind chimes, and she gave me a small wind chime, it is a red wooden star with small chimes hanging off of it. I had it hanging on my bedside lamp for years and years and years. But when I moved into my current apartment, I hung it on my ceiling fan.
I hadn’t ever had a ceiling fan before I moved into my current apartment. Ceiling fans are interesting. I don’t like regular fans, especially when I am sleeping, because they blow my hair into my face and this is bothersome. But a ceiling fan has a more regulated flow, and less likely to blow my hair into my face, so I kind of like my ceiling fan now, after a period of adjustment. But never on the highest level.
Turning my ceiling fan on the highest level is annoying for the above mentioned reason of the hair in the face, and also because it makes a lot of noise, even without my wind chimes.
The amazing thing about my wind chime is that on the middle level of the ceiling fan, the fan doesn’t disturb the wind chime. You might wonder why I would have the chimes on the fan at all. I really enjoy it when I turn my light on and off at night to hear the chimes, because pulling on the cord to the fan is the only time the chimes are disturbed, unless of course I run into them with my head for some reason, which also makes me smile.
I’ve had people stay in my room before who felt the need to take the wind chimes down. Maybe they like the fan on the highest setting. Maybe they didn’t give the chimes a chance to not make noise and preemptively took them down.
But regardless, on a regular basis I am amazing that the wind chimes hanging from my ceiling fan are not disturbed when the fan is on. Isn’t that cool? Isn’t that reason enough to have them hanging there?
the thin line between optimism and delusion... 
Hooray for wind chimes!!! I still love them….