Semantic. Rhetoric. Diction. Euphemism. Expletive. Catchphrase. Verbatim.
I like words.
Always have.
I remember as a child I would sit by a favorite window in my family room and see how many times I could write the same word....over and over. I think I once achieved a repetition of nearly 200.
I wish I could recall that word now.
Words for me have always been a form of therapy. Helping me decipher any recent malady by getting them down on paper. And, I like to actually "write" when in a therapeutic moment, rather than strike keys. Just last week I revisited the words I used to express my fear in a very dark time in my life and I found new meaning that will facilitate me as I again thrust myself into uncharted territory on this journey.
In high school my words were shared through my journalism class. The studies of thoughts and opinions shared in paper were much preferred, for me, to that of numbers. My own column, "Kellie's Korner" was a personal place for me to share my adolescent ideologies. Sharing opinions with classmates that may or may not have cared what "Kellie" had to say on any given day. This expression on paper was at times bolder than I actually was. Words gave me confidence that I often lacked with my peers.
When creating pages for my clients, and myself, I would be lost without the use of words. For there is no better way to express a moment in time with that "just right" word. I sift through bins and shelves when I shop for supplies, seeking more.
Though to be honest, I have plenty at home.
But just to be safe...
....I always buy more.
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