One Right Word

Sometimes I struggle all day to find the word that belongs in a sentence, and during those times I wonder whether writing is worth it. Like: am I being perfectionistic? Who cares, at the end of the day, whether I said "connected" or "united"?

I guess I don't have an answer to that, which is OK. I just wanted to say that it feels really good when I manage to find that right word (which is different from the "best" word), and it falls into place after hours of butting my head against the walls of my own skull.

Maybe it's just luck, or maybe trust, or some combination of the two. Either way ...