I pore over Pinterest boards dedicated to them, I carefully save every quote I’ve read and loved in a book, and I have a notebook full of quotes from my most beloved (or hated) professors. Maybe I’m just a lover of words (as an English degree earner writing to you now, that may be the case). I am heightened by their ability to cut to the quick and make me introspectively question every belief I’ve ever held while also affirming all the qualms that make me human and flawed and real. 

Suddenly I stopped in my tracks. Surely I’m not the only one guilty of doing this, though I’ve never thought of it in such transparent terms as these. I have lately been wishing for more time, which is arguably the silliest of all wishes. More time to blog, more time with my husband, more time with friends, to spend with my brother, my father, the list is endless.  Since my wishbone has yet to answer my request, I’ll now be utilizing my backbone to take it from a plea to a priority. I will make more time for what matters, because that is what change requires. I love this wishbone necklace, and am happy to wear it on my chest as a reminder to leave it right there and instead make greater use of my backbone.

Love,
Ashley