Blah, Blah Blah Blah Blah!
It seems this is all I have been expressing lately.
Every time I begin to speak and share my thoughts all I hear is blah, blah blah. I actually say it. I actually stop mid-sentence and say “blah, blah, blah.” How startling it can be.
How I have wasted time, energy and words elaborating on trivial things from politics to what I am making for dinner. Who cares! Well, I guess we do care about what is happening in our world but really, is my verbiage on it really important?
The stories go on, especially the ones I make up in my head — ones that make me more important than I am or less important, ones that make my opinions more important than they are or not.
What a waste of my time and yours.
And now here I am writing about it. Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.
The bottom line is I desperately want my words to be meaningful, to express truth, to soothe, to possibly be helpful, to actually be important to someone.
How I have wasted precious words in the past. How I want to honour them today.