NaBloPoMo

Honest

Today’s prompt: If you could be completely honest with no regrets, what would you say and to whom?

Honesty.

Why is it easier to be honest hiding behind a screen than in person? Because the reaction isn’t always what we expect. But there’s no good in that. I can hide behind my screen and write who I’d be honest with and what I’d say, but that isn’t fair to whomever I’d write to and it isn’t fair to me.

I do write honestly, for myself. Letters mostly. Usually with a specific person in mind. Usually without the intention of sending them. I tell people how I feel, what I think they did wrong, all the things I couldn’t think to say or wouldn’t have said in the moment come out. And that honesty is great because it gets things off my mind, but it isn’t really fair.

For that, I’m sorry. I’m sorry that you won’t get to read those letters anytime soon. But I’m not really that sorry, though, because sometimes it’s most challenging to be honest with yourself. That’s what those letters give me.

NaBloPoMo November 2016

NaBloPoMo

Brave

Today’s prompt is: When was the last time you did something brave? What happened?

BRAVE   |   brāv/
adjective   |   ready to face and endure danger or pain; showing courage.
synonyms: courageous, valiant, valorous, intrepid, heroic, lionhearted, bold, fearless, gallant, daring, plucky, audacious; unflinching, unshrinking, unafraid, dauntless, doughty, mettlesome, stouthearted, spirited

What makes me brave? In my everyday life, when was the last time I showed courage?

It’s kinda a loaded question. I get up in the morning and I do what I need to; I go to work or the store. I cook when that needs to happen. I clean when that needs to happen. Does any of that seem brave to you?

I do all of those things, but I don’t really have a plan.

When I graduated, I wasn’t 100 percent sure what my next steps were going to be. My whole life had been about achieving this one goal and I was about to do it and what was supposed to happen next. The beauty of that is that I wasn’t stressed about it. I was stressed about lots of things surrounding graduation, but what was going to happen next wasn’t daunting for me.

Some people might say that’s thoughtless, naive, stupid even. But I call it brave, I guess. I have faith that my life will work out the way it’s supposed to. That’s not to say that I don’t work for the things I have, but there are things in life out of our control. I think having faith is brave.

Faith in life to work out. Faith in people and kindness and generosity. It’s easy to be cynical. It’s easy to write the world off. It’s brave to build relationships and learn about people.

Bravery isn’t just about heroes who beat villains. Bravery happens every day.

 

NaBloPoMo November 2016

NaBloPoMo

Words

In an attempt to get back to writing, I’m going to participate in National Blog Posting Month (NaBloPoMo). I’ve got too many ideas bouncing around in my brain and started as drafts. Starting today, look for posts from me daily. If you’ve got ideas about what you’d like to see me write about, comment somewhere and I might just use your idea if I don’t like the prompt.

Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic. Capable of both inflicting injury, and remedying it.

-J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows

Words are important. We make them up; we combine them; we pull them apart; we mush them with other languages. We use them to express concrete and abstract ideas. Words differ based on your language and your culture and your education. Words are magic.

A kind word spoken at a funeral can move total strangers to tears. Generous praise can encourage coworkers to go the extra mile so you don’t have to.  A funny word (or perhaps a few) can be used to relieve the tension after a long week. Written words can transport the reader to a new time, a different place, an exotic culture, a fresh point of view.

And then words become actions. A written letter becomes a platform for discussion. A story becomes a lesson.

We underestimate the people who use them. We underestimate the value of historians and artists and writers. All the people who use words to create value. What’s a story without a title? What’s a painting without a name?

Words are important. Take the time to choose the right ones.

NaBloPoMo November 2016