I have always considered myself a word girl. From very early on, I found comfort in these symbols that few things in my life could bring. I was a reader but I only wrote occasionally. I avoided the frustration that was bound to come if I lacked the right terms to what I felt. Even here, I try to take great care in the ways my thoughts are presented. They say the pen is mightier than the sword and I can get with that. Emotion is the impetus to all things good and bad and what better to stir that emotion than a well crafted speech or a fiery insult?

    Mr. Obama has ruffled a few feathers with his use of the word "bitter." I am a little lost on the controversy as I have been bitter more than a few times in my life. While in this bitter haze, I believe I was even called bitter more than once. Oh, the horror! Do not get me wrong, I know politicians in this phase should be more mindful of dotting their I's and crossing their T's. I suppose you could say I am making light of it all but that is automatic with me. As much as I love words, I only love them when they are my own. Crafted from my subconscious and gifted with my permission. Words thrown at me or utilized to describe me have never meant a thing. Can you imagine if they did?

    Words cannot stand on their own, they need a support to have any impact. A year into this world I was endowed with the ability to say anything that I wanted to say. While an awesome ability, I wish I were the only one. I have split seams with laughter, been moved to tears, and gutted with sorrow all because of words that later fell back on themselves. They lacked the requisite action, that supporting cast to breathe life. I have grown wiser and I always look for the proof in the pudding now.
 
    I base my living/life through these symbols. While powerful, they are only as powerful as we make them. Throughout my life I have had to twist these symbols, notions, and thoughts to work for me. The pen is mightier than the sword because it forces us to get at ourselves. These symbols are thrown around daily and we are then left to interpret in the quiet solitude of our subconscious. Will you laugh, will you cry, will you change your life course, or hit the back button? It is all up to us whether we want to ratchet that filter up and know when to exalt these words and when to let them fall back on themselves.