In Lorene mode….
Dark, cool room. Hot coffee and my thoughts.
Those of you that know me know that can be a dangerous thing.
It’s probably best I don’t write down every thought I have. Some are only accessed when I roll my eyes and see them tucked way up there in the corner where they should stay.
Lord knows they try to creep down to my tongue but I do still have a filter, even as frail as it’s become.
Every once in a while they make it out but my muffler catches them and they come out as a mumble, usually as I’m walking away.
It happens to everyone.
I’m just talking to myself…..
True to a point.
I’m telling myself to shut up, keep it to yourself, go write it on a piece of paper and burn it.
Poof! Up in smoke, no hurt feelings, no job loss, no jail time.
Words can cut, Dice and slice more than a chef’s knife.
And they linger.
Good or bad.
They make a scar, a mark forever.
I never took track because my dad once said I ran like a girl. Over 40 years later, I remember that. I believed him.
I don’t run.
If I do, you better too because something bad is behind me.
I don’t think he meant to leave such a negative mark on me. It may have been the family really couldn’t afford for me to participate in a sport. He could have just been joking.
There are things I’ve said to people I love that I wish I could erase. Remove the scar tissue I left behind.
With age does come wisdom. I think more before I speak.
My HR department appreciates that. 😁
I want to leave a good mark on people.
I want people to be glad they met me, look fondly back and tell how I influenced them, made them feel special, treated them kindly.
Some of you read my words daily. I appreciate you, and hope you find a little joy when you do.
I do this for me.
Selfish I know.
It’s a bonus if I mark your heart too.
If no one else tells you today,
I love you ❤
Lorene