I know, I haven’t blogged in a little while. Right now, blogging just seems like words, words, and more words. I’m trying to figure out how I can put more words together, and I’m having a tough time.
Seriously, folks, it’s only Monday and I think I am officially done being articulate for the week.
I have spent hours (longer!?) crafting words:
-The right words for a particular e-mail
-The right words to negotiate through difficult meetings
-The right words for parents, students, or people from my volunteer work
-The right words for those tricky phone calls
-The right words for the people in my life who are going through difficult times
These are times when it’s hard to be someone who loves words. I appreciate that the right words are critical in difficult situations. I fully believe that the right words, delivered with sincerity and integrity, can make an incredible difference in this world. If I wish to make that difference, however, it saddles me with a burden:
Choose the right words now, or spend your time paying consequences for using the wrong ones.
I know it’s worth it. And I know I can spend hours on words and still not pick the perfect ones. (It doesn’t stop me from trying, though.)
I’d like to think that the right words, like love and strength, exist in unlimited supply. Still, it does get exhausting. So if you see me using fewer words than usual, don’t be surprised. It just means I’ve run out of good ones for a little while.