I do love a good word. This week’s is sclerotic. (It’s not sexy, even though it’s been thunking through my head to a similar tune by Madonna. ‘Sclerotic, sclerotic, put your hands all over my’..Ahem ). It’s also personally appropriate: ‘tending to rigidity and resistant to change’.
I’ve been a bit sick this week and as you can tell, it’s decimated parts of my brain. But a lot rides on how we word things. If for example, I tell you I’ve had JUNGLE FEVER, I sound Clever and Brave. If I admit that actually, I’ve had a tummy bug, it’s not so impressive. Similarly, one man’s terror is another man’s challenge. What’s difficult for some is impossible for others. If I label myself sclerotic, maybe that’s what I’ll become. On the other hand, if I term myself adventurous, I might also start acting that way. And if I term myself as stupid or needy, it can be a self-fulfilling prophecy…
So it’s worth thinking about how we use our words. What’s your first thought when you wake? If it’s negative, how could you turn it around? If you’re constantly putting yourself down, how can you challenge this? How can your words speak life to others – so that bumping into you is like being lifted up and hugged?
Plus. Did you know…?
in a group, these animals have the following names:
a parliament of owls
a flamboyance of flamingos
a murder of crows and (my favourite)
a loveliness of ladybirds.