Friday, February 6, 2015

Week in Seven Words #244

arresting
There are some sounds to which I fall silent and still.

present
The key is to appear clearly to yourself and think, "Here I am. Here's what I'm doing." And not have to shy away from either.

pretense
He makes the "both sides are wrong" copout. Yes, both sides have flaws - but for one side, it's a few typos, while for the other side it's the equivalent of ungrammatical chicken scratch handed in on toilet paper.

ribs
I'm imprisoned in the stories I tell about myself.

soggy
Rain puddling under a bench where we sit and share a bag of peanut butter cups.

soreness
Damp and tired, feet chafed, after a long walk in the park with inappropriate footwear.

version
Change the narratives then. Cobble together some new ones. Find out who you are after years of not listening, of treating yourself as second-rate.

4 comments:

The Bookworm said...

I love what you've done with 'ribs' and 'present' is wonderful too.

HKatz said...

Thanks!

Relyn Lawson said...

Version - too many of us to this, I think. Get caught in the trap of our own busy-ness; forget to listen.

HKatz said...

That's definitely happened to me; tuning out from myself. I need to watch out for that.