What a pickle it was trying to choose a word for "S". Months ago, while I was strolling around my neighbourhood, I was certain the word would be Success—a concept everyone grapples with, a term that has lost much of its luster after Trump continually defined himself as one. Bigly deterrent.
Then I thought I would reflect on Silence inspired by the serious amount of brain bafflegab that was coming up every time I sat down to write. Monkey mind had taken over and was having a heyday through my indecision and waffling.
Sweet, Sentimental and straight up Sugar were also contenders.
Turns out I simply had to access my inner librarian/baton twirler for this month's mot juste.
Oh, the marvels of quiet insight. A few moments of deep breathing and not listening to the news and the interjection Shhhh arrived. Or if you prefer the Italian, "Shadduppa your face."
Okay, that takes care of the bookworm self but this twirlmania business, what on earth? Another get up and dance break I'm advocating. Dip, spin, whirl, and find a way to keep fighting fascism with the help of an excellent soundtrack.