well, hello there.
I’ve got stuff going on. But, strangely, nothing to talk about.
It’s all the same–working, trying to achieve some kind of equilibrium, gaining ground, losing ground, treading water, sinking, swimming, and so on.
I feel like I’m sinking more than swimming, taking on big mouthfuls of sludgy obligations, choking them up, swallowing them again. And, as per my usual pattern, when I start to sink like that, I throw up my hands and just go under. If I can’t see it, if I stop swallowing, then nothing else can go wrong, right?
Clearly that’s false reasoning. But you get what I mean.
I tend to forget that I have an illness. That I am actually registered disabled due to my health problems. I run a business, I edit, I teach, I’m (still) working on my doctorate. I’m acting like someone with lots of time and healthy energy, and that’s starting to seriously kick my ass.
I got sick at Christmas, and it quickly turned into a nasty case of bronchitis. I kicked that with antibiotics, and then promptly caught something else. And something else. And something else. I’m a walking science experiment. So it’s now been two and a half months, and I’m just starting to get back on my feet (literally).
The good news? Giving up wheat, dairy, caffeine, sugar and meat has also seriously curtailed my migraines. Now they come with stress or severe weather changes, which is excellent. The down side is that I can’t be bothered to eat anything anymore. And the upside of that is being down two jean sizes in two months. I’m down to the size I was when I moved to this country six years ago, pre-steroid treatment.
I’ve also been writing. I’ve submitted several short stories to anthologies, and if I’m not mistaken, I actually have at least three coming out this year. More on that when I get final confirmation.
Today’s contemplation: words have power. They can build someone up, make them feel great and confident, and they can tear someone down, make them feel insecure and worthless. A careless word can have dire consequences, which you may not even be aware of.
So be gentle with your power. Build, don’t tear down. Send your words into the world knowing their intent as well as their possible effect. Words can calm, they can inflame, they can create, they can destroy. Wield them wisely.
What has your experience with words been in 2014?
Book: Helen of Troy by Margaret George
Song: Back to Black by Amy Winehouse