This has been a . . . sorta complicated . . . month here in my “space”-iverse. I’ve been [hmmmmm . . . how to phrase this . . . struggling with? stewing about? noodling? losing sleep over?] [ let’s go with . . . ] working through [yeah! that’s it!] something this month. And it’s taken up a lot of the space in my brain.
I haven’t really thought about “my word” this month.
Like . . . not at all.
But I have done a lot of . . . working through. And here at the end of the month, I’m in a better place than I was as the beginning of the month [not that it has any relation to a calendar, don’tcha know].
But then. Well. I realized I hadn’t been thinking about my word . . . but my word was thinking about me! While I was allowing myself the space . . . to, well . . . struggle, stew, noodle, lose sleep . . . and, ultimately, work through . . . my $h*t, my word had been hanging around there the whole time, in my head. Lurking.
Sometimes, you don’t have to have any special word project or prompt or action to follow. You just need to give your word . . . some space [no pun intended] . . . and let it marinate there.
The thoughts and connections? They will come.
I know this all sounds rather cryptic, and I’m sorry about that. But not every story is a bloggable story. These words I’ve chosen over the years, though? They haven’t let me down yet!
“Perhaps the journey towards epiphany is an unseen, steady process towards understanding. Likened to a combination safe, as you scroll the dial towards the inevitable correct combination you cannot tangibly see your progress.”–Chris Matakas