Word of the Week #418:
Lately, I have gotten much better at using the depth and breadth of my emotions and of the experiences associated with them.
I like it. It has taken some work, and I consider it to be a big stride in my journeys both as an adult human and as an artist.
And yet, there are times when my emotions stop me from writing about certain situations.
It is odd. For the most part, my words act like blood should through my arteries—rich and clear, gushing out of the depth of my heart. But there are these few moments when, just like my blood, my words too grow thick, viscous, clotting and clogging, failing to reach where they are needed the most when they are needed the most.
Unfortunately, there is no aspirin for words, I suppose. If there is, I haven’t found it yet.
I will, I suppose.
For now, we just breathe through it all, and we keep moving forward.
If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more. But you know what I am.
Jane Austen, Emma
