Day Two

Some days I feel like writing. Some days I don't. But since it is only day two of a forty day commitment, here I am. Nobody said it had to be long. Or pretty.

There is a natural ebb and flow to life, yes? So, as I am living this life, there is an ebb and flow to my life, my moods, my patience, my kindness, my personal growth. It is funny to me that word "ebb" is kind of annoying and "flow" is sweet and gentle. The words actually connote feelings. As I suppose most words do?
Pie.
Hate.
Chocolate.
Grace.
Anxiety.
Process.
Disease.
Beach.
Kiss.
Wait.
Weight.

Just letters strung together to make words. Just letters put together to form words that I give power to...even when I know better. So, which is it? Does the word hold any real power or is it only the person who reads it, writes it, whispers it, yells it, spray paints it or hurls it that has the power? The one who hears it or reads it gives it power as well. Maybe in a completely different way.

If the letters are written by hand, strung together as words in a love note, they only mean something to the one who wrote them and the one who reads them, right? It would seem so...but those two people can be very far apart in the power they give the words. The same is true of an angry note. Or a sarcastic remark. Or something that was intended to be funny and ended up being anything but funny. (I hold the gold for that one.)

I guess that today I realize that I have to be careful with my words. The words I say out loud and the ones I say silently (often over and over.)

40 days of writing will remind me every day to be kinder. Slow down. Listen. Share. Choose my words carefully. Say nothing at all. Speak up. Shut up. Put up. Shore up. Not put down.
Then, by the end of 40 days, my hope it each day makes me better at it and I am kinder and more patient. With my words to me and my words to you.

How many days does it take to make a habit?

Stay tuned...for me it is certainly more than two.