Yesterday someone dear to me said: “You
always pick the perfect words”
It’s maybe the best compliment of
my life. I try with my words, I really do. Words serve me well. Whenever I’m grappling with
something powerful, I am drawn to write about it. Writing helps me sort through
my emotions and organize my thoughts so that I can process things. I feel like
finding the perfect words with a particular audience in mind allows me to express
things that I’d be less eloquent about in person.
The first few years of contributing to this blog were a therapeutic writing outlet. My stories were a perfect fit for the this platform. I feel like I’ve been phoning it in here on
the blog for the last few months, though. I guess shit’s gotten a bit too real lately.
I find myself stuck in this confusing place between wanting and needing to process, but knowing that this forum is too public to protect the privacy of the people
I love.
I’m not certain how to proceed.
How can I possibly pick the perfect words?
3 comments:
When the time is right, the words will come.
Love, Pat
I can totally relate, there have been oh so many times that I really wanted to write about something, that I needed to write a particular this or that, but knew that MY&E was not the right outlet. It's frustrating.
I guess, my dear, you need to start a new blog. :) Perhaps anonymously. (But don't forget to give me the link, cause it's true what they say, "you always pick the perfect words."
xoxoxoxo,
Beth
Love you, g-friend. To the moon and back.
xoxoxox
Ellie
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