You can’t help respecting anybody
who can spell TUESDAY,
even if he doesn’t spell it right;
but spelling isn’t everything.
There are days when spelling Tuesday simply doesn’t count.
~A. A. Milne
The House at Pooh Corner
I will be honest. I get excited when folks let me know they enjoy my writing. It is a nice thing to hear. I am especially thrilled when they use words like “transparent” and phrases like “I can hear you saying it.”
I enjoy that most because it is what I strive to do. I want to be honest. I want to be open. I am not interested in rose colored. Fake is illusion. Real is progress.
But not everything is suitable for public knowledge. Not all laundry needs to be be out in the open. Every good Southern girl knows that the intimates are hung on the inside line between the linens – hidden, out of view.
Is this because we are ashamed or guilty? While those things may be true, that is typically not the reason. Some things remain private because there are certain situations that are nearly too much to process. The wires are already so tangled, the extra voices already so loud, the self conscious advice already so judgmental and so bad that it just would not do to open that platform to anybody else.
Do I mind that you know I am horrid speller? Nah. I am not even concerned that regular readers know some of my biggest challenges, deepest fears and awkward moments. In fact, these frank discussions have enriched my life in countless ways. Amazingly enough, I heard from many that there are others that have had the same experience and that is breath taking for me.
But there are still things about folks that we come into contact with everyday that we just have no idea.
Today I encourage you appreciate the idea that everyone is some where. While that sounds superfluous, it isn’t. We see where we think another person is coming from. We have information that we know and even more that we think we know. Trust me – there is still more. There are untold and unnumbered fears, hopes, dreams, challenges, living in each soul that crosses our path. I encourage each of us to be kind to ourselves and each other – even when it isn’t spelled just quite right. There are many days when spelling isn’t everything. When spelling just doesn’t count. Those are the moments when it is so important for us to remember to try to focus on the things that do.
Thanks for the coffee,