I forgot my St. Cecelia necklace this morning. I ran out in my usual tizzy, and somehow, something happened to disrupt my routine of putting on accessories, and it didn't get slipped around my neck. I didn't realize it until I reached up to fiddle with it as I habitually do. I sort of felt around on my neck for it, and I immediately realized it was not where it was supposed to be. It's amazing how much something like that, the absence of one tiny thing you're used to having on, can be a major difference in a day.
All day long, I felt as though something was off, and I must have reached for the chain and charm a hundred times. I use the necklace as a worry stone, something to occupy my fingers with when I'm thinking or working. As I've also blogged elsewhere, I also love the general symbolism of it. I felt a little bereft without it. Tomorrow, I'll be more careful. I have enough other things keeping me off-balance without running out without my saints.
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