I had a little existential crisis a few days ago. No worries, it’s solved. That is, I politely (I hope!) disengaged from a venture that wasn’t really a good fit for me. (I only took it because I’ve been freaked out by a major writing gig I’ve had for years, and had to walk away from recently.)
Anyway, a good friend and wise woman called me on it. Called me on wallowing in self-pity, when I’ve already proven I have something to give that the world needs.
A few years ago, I met up with another wise woman I’d taken a workshop with, and told her how much her words had affected me. I can still see her face as I recited several things she’d said, powerful words that have stayed with me for years.
She said, “I don’t remember saying that. You must have a good memory!”
I said, “Not really. But it was exactly what I needed to hear, and I carried them in my heart for a looooong time.”
It made me realize then (and hey, right now!) how we never, ever know how far our words will travel.
We may never know who needs to hear them almost as much as we need to say them.
And maybe we’ll find that someone has held our words in trust for us, for a time when we ourselves will need to hear them so badly.