Words have power. Those we say and those that we hear. We all know this, but we don't always choose to listen. My ears have been closed as of late and I haven't been listening, nor communicating and praising as I've done in the past. Chalk this up to human error. I have no other excuse.
Too many of us ignore the power of the word. What we say can make or break someone's day and what others say can do the same for us. Don't get me wrong, I understand the English language quite well. I write and read daily and I'm charged with the task of helping others to improve their writing skills. I get the technical aspect but I'd forgotten the feeling side of things.
I'm not going to whine tonight...pinky swear. I've been doing that a lot lately and I'm sorry, but I had to get it out. Instead, I'd like to point out how the power of words has changed my thinking.
You see, I get on this tiny little dot on the internet and I spill my guts on a personal level. I tell you funny (in my head) stories about my kids, my husband, and my life in general. I do some sponsored posts of course but they aren't the biggest chunk of this little dot. This dot is personal to me and it's important to me. I use my words to express my feelings and people (amazingly) follow along and I'm grateful. But am I spinning my wheels here? Does anything I ramble on (and on and on and on) about really matter to anyone?
B often comes home from work and says, "I read your blog today. You really write very well Christy". It doesn't register. I'll say on occasion, "I wrote something today and I can't believe how many people read it". He'll respond, "Christy, you write very well. I'm not surprised and I read it. It was good". I never really listened to that. He's my husband, he has to say that. But I've been thinking...he really doesn't have to say that at all. He believes in me and I should appreciate his words. I haven't.
I continue to grow organically and I feel proud of that but still wonder if I'm spinning my wheels. Should I be so personal here? Should I keep spilling my heart out? Do MY words really matter to anyone but me? And am I using my words wisely, here and in real life? I doubt all of the above but I continue to try to do my best.
Then yesterday, I realized how much words really do matter with one simple statement I read on Facebook of all places. There was a question posed on a page from one of the channels of my beloved Social Fabric community.
The challenge: "Friday Fun: Let's brag on each other! Tag one blogger that you admire and tell us why. Who inspires you, is so crafty, is a fabulous writer,etc. Share the love! -hb". Sounded simple right? And it was...the love started to pour and member after member was tagged by others telling us all how fabulous we are for various reasons...that's how we roll. I was tagged more than once and it made me smile. Their words meant something, a lot actually, to me.
But one answer, from my good friend Janet from Going Crazy!! Wanna Go?? touched my heart and made me feel like maybe me and my words were doing something right. Her response was full of love for many of the members, but when she got to me, she said: "Christy Thompson Gossett warms and/or breaks my heart with her writing because it is just so darn real and full of love".
Whoa! I wonder if she knows that the short sentence she wrote validated what I'm trying to do? I wonder if she knows that I told my husband this story. I wonder if she knows that her words meant the world to me. I'm long winded, I ramble, I whine, and I rejoice on a daily basis. But she recognized me as being real and full of love. I could want nothing more.
And so, I'm putting more stock in the power of words. I'm going to choose them more wisely when they come out of my fingers and my mouth. My husband needs to know how much I appreciate him. My children need to know that without them I'm empty, and the world would not be complete without them. My friends need to know how much I appreciate them and how grateful I am to have them in my life.
My eyes have been really wide open lately, and so have my ears. I plan on using my words more wisely. And thank you Janet for reminding me that keeping it real is what I do best. And thank you B for believing that I write "really well". I don't thank anyone enough...but that's about to change. Stand back because you might get sick of it all very soon.
Everyone needs to remember that you should never underestimate the power of words. Words can hurt or heal: What did yours do today?