How does one calculate a weight of one’s word? And, if you’re only as good as your word, doesn’t it inherently then HAVE a worth?
I know I sound terribly cerebral, but that’s not who I really am. I sometimes get concerned for the impact of my words, because it causes my family terrible worry. We’re communicating so infrequently these days my parents and I in a verbal fashion, they’ve come to accept what I write here as some sort of bible truth. Like these snippets are in any way representative of the person I am. I am more than just the sum of my parts… am I not?
I’ve shown so many wounds it’s hard to believe anybody out there thinks that there is blood in our veins (or marbles in our head, or weight on our bones) left to allow us to ever recover from something like this.
I wrote last week about this journey having begun with an observation of the anectodal. The way I feel right now, I’ve boiled it down to only one possible way to do this, and this is how. All I know, is that I want to be remembered as someone who did what she had to do to get things done. This kind of risk comes at a cost of a great deal of embarrassment, pain, humiliation, tears, anger, you name it. Heartache like no other. (Oh, and a few pounds, and a few marbles, thankfully only a few drops of blood)
… nobody’s hands are clean, but, as my mother always told me, it’ll all come out in the wash….
I’d like to take this opportunity to wish my Mother a happy Valentines day, because I love her.
And I guess the weight of your words is about a few pounds, a few marbles, and a few of drops of blood.