My word for the year is "Words". I love words. I love how many together can tell a story. I like to consider them individually as well. I especially like certain words for the message they convey and others for the intrinsic beauty of their sound. Some are favored for the way they look.
I was recently riding a commuter train into NYC. Next to me sat a man of Asian decent reading a soft bound book from right to left filled with what I call characters. Does he call them words or are some characters phrases? Hmm.
Sometimes when I go down to see the animals I am very chatty other times we hangout for awhile in silence. I have not determined which they prefer. I think as long as touch and/or food is part of the encounter words are not all that important.
I am much more accomplished with the written word than the spoken word. I prefer to use the written word if I am conveying an important thought. At meetings, after carrying on for awhile, someone will ask "what are you trying to say" or "what do you want". If I can write a memo or email, I come across better.
So, one thing I want to get out of this year of living with "words" IS trying to find the ones that tell others what I am trying to say, and leaving the extras for another time.
I think this will be interesting.