Happy talking...

Today has been a day of talking. To people I know well, to people I know a bit and to people I have never met before. I've talked at, to and with people. There's been closeness and distance. But it's all been good.

A friend joked that I talk too much. But it's what you're talking about and what you're saying that's important.  When I was at university I remember a session where we could only write a certain amount of words to convey a message. It's not how many words we use, it's using the right ones.  And when we use them. A well timed word or text has been my saviour many times.

Words can comfort, heal, help and calm. They can still the chaos and refocus the mind. But they can also hurt, damage and break. They can be cruel.

I'm going to try something this week. I'm going to try to use kind words and only kind words this week. I'm not professing to be perfect and suspect I won't be 100% successful but I'm going to try. Just being more aware of something can be a big help.  I'm not even sure how much of an issue it will be; how hard or easy it will be. But the challenge is there.

As BT used to say, "it's good to talk" but only if you use the right words.