One little word and the promise I made to myself, let alone to all of you was laid to waste in scattered ruins.
One little word that stymied me, following me and throwing up mental roadblocks day after day which then extended month after month.
The seasons changed. Winter became spring, and spring, that ever-growing season began bustling away towards summer.
One little word.
And I was flummoxed. I was its mental hostage. It turned its hate-filled eyes my way and lifted a club menacingly over my head.
But that's silly, you say. Words aren't angry, hateful or damaging.
Well, yes they can be that way... depending on how the recipient takes them... or how you presented them.
"Any other word!" I cried.
I even dreamt of putting the chosen piece of paper back into the box and drawing a new one. Or better yet, throwing the chosen word away.
But how would that be fair? After all, I am supposed to be writing about anything and everything that comes from its innocent clay form.
I let it laugh at me. I let it stifle my creativity. I let it win.
This one word, to a girl who loves words, was going to be my undoing.
Until today...
Today I looked at my computer and said, "You will not defeat me. My creativity may have been bashed about and battered, but it is not broken!"
Quite the statement....perhaps I should have shouted the words, making them my rallying cry.
"YOU WILL NOT DEFEAT ME!"
And I, in surprise sat down, logged in, and wrote this.
It only took minutes and then it was done. Short. Sweet. And not the least bit scary after all. Why did I allow this to hang over me for so long?
What is it about a word...six tiny letters... that stopped me from moving forward?
That, I cannot say.
Perhaps just its meaning. It's defining presence.
But no more. Begone word, until you are drawn once more on some future day.
And for you, gentle readers... I am here.
Today was brought to you by the word, BASHED.
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