I read this line last week in the collection of short stories by Agatha Christie I was reading and had to read it out to Mr. H immediately and then could not stop thinking about it.
When I blog I am often so sure of what I want to say but putting it down into words on the screen distorts it slightly and then once it is read it once again gets distorted so I wonder how much of my meaning is felt.
That is how words are though they are uncertain things, we can use them for good and bad and so much in between. We can also feel that our words do not matter, that we will make no difference with them but I do not think that is true.
I think that even when I get discouraged about blogging putting my ideas and words out for others to read is important. It is important for all stories to be heard even if they are about a housewife in the middle of nowhere Sweden as my life is meaningful and therefore my words are as well.
So I will keep blogging even though I sometimes agonize over the words or what people will think I mean and you should do the same.