Yes. Me. The person who manages to post despite having no regular access to internet (STILL). The person who sometimes posts multiple times in one day. The person who loves language and plays with prose whenever she can.
I HATE words.
Not all words, just certain ones that torture me by their existence, by their meaning, or by their elusiveness. I dislike words that seem determined to defy expectations and deny me their use.
What kinds of words do I mean? Here is a sampling of the words I currently despise:
I dislike all words that describe people’s abilities on a resume, because I do not know how to use them properly. Am I a manager? Am I a teacher? What makes me an excellent communicator or a creative thinker? How to I explain the multiple roles I have played in my life, and the skills that each of those roles require? How do I keep it all down to one or two pages, showing the qualities that make me a viable candidate for projects of all kinds.
I no longer understand the meaning of those words.
I want to change the meaning of words. I refuse to discuss progress any more, but rather talk in terms of movement. I am moving, in many directions, to get to the next step in my journey, not to achieve a specific goal. Success and failure cannot define me, as they are relative to the eyes of the beholder. But what words can I use to replace them?
Today I feel defeated by the limitations of language. Do you ever feel that way? Do you ever wish words meant something different?
Perhaps today I need to express myself in something other than words, to help me move from this:
Perhaps it’s not the words that are the problem, but my inner critics (this link is to a Hub Post about them) who seem to be screaming loudly in my brain at the moment.