Let the words out

So I’ve clearly fallen down on the attempt to blog weekly. Life gets busy, right?

I suppose it’s about priorities. I choose to read in the bath rather than blog. I choose to respond to emails, scroll FB, even play candy crush…instead of blog.

And I’ve come to realise it’s because I don’t feel like I have anything to say. I remain rather private, so sharing my daily goings on feels both like twaddle and a little too life-like. And I don’t want to bug people or bring them down.

And weirdly enough, today’s word is:

detritus

noun dih-TRYE-tus

1 geology : loose material (such as rock fragments or organic particles) that results directly from disintegration

2 a : a product of disintegration, destruction, or wearing away : debris

b : miscellaneous remnants : odds and ends

Odds and ends. That’s what the last few weeks have felt like. Rushing to hospital for our daughter, breaking fingers, foot, elbow, shoulder injuries, falling downstairs (more than once). Being told fat people don’t deserve compliments or kindness until they lose weight. And then crying through the rest of that appointment and trying not to let it show. It’s working out six or seven days a week to try and feel less hideous when I’m among people I don’t want to think poorly of me.

It’s all odds and ends and is hard to put into coherent form that means anything to a reader.

But that’s life, isn’t it? We all have our own detritus, the disintegration and destruction of odds and ends blowing through our days.

It’s picking through the leftovers, the unworn odds and ends that helps us find the important stuff, the things made of titanium. Those pieces of ourselves that remain, at their core, strong and untouchable.

I suppose, really, the words are there. I just have to allow them out. As do so many of us who hold them back for fear of being a burden, too opinionated, wrong, etc.

We should let our words out. Like the chihuahua in the photo.

One thought on “Let the words out

  1. People who love you see you and are pleased with the sight. Sometimes the world isn’t a kind place, that’s on display every single afternoon when the news comes on, but then it surprises you by giving you a gift. For me one of those gifts has been you, and you’ve gotten me excited about writing again. You not only understand my quirky humor, but accept my liberal use of the word fuck as long as I’m using it with emotion :). I thank the universe for you, so the next time you need a compliment, believe me, I have plenty and they will in no way be contrived. You are a beautiful soul inside and out, and I’m not the only one who thinks so.

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