I am continually amazed at the power – or lack thereof – of words. It is kind of crazy how some thoughts communicated set off a firestorm in other people when that was not our intention or expectation. At other times things we say or write are expected to be highly impactful or controversial but end up having little to no reaction.
As I share my life in cocoon, no matter the reaction or response, it is my heart that I share. My successes. My struggles. My weaknesses. My hopes. My temptations. My commitments.
In a way, in each one of my posts I’m offering to you…a little piece of me.
As I read the musings of others, I have come to believe that in spite of our great differences, so much of what makes up a person is about being heard and understood. It is not even so much about being agreed with, although there are those who insist on uniformity of thought (they would be in the minority). My reading is the simple exchange of an idea, a belief, a feeling.
Those readings are a receiving of a little piece of you.
I have been and continue to be powerfully impacted by some of what I read. Not so much by some other. I’m sure you feel the same. It is my hope that in something of mine that you read you will find something that will ring true for you and help you.
But, really, I’ll never know the full impact of my words. Whether they are insufficient or highly impactful.
The unknowing cannot dictate my sharing.