I love to write. I love the way words fit together to create pictures and meaning. As soon as I could write I needed to tell stories and draw pictures with words. I wanted to be Enid Blyton, then Ann M. Martin.
Self-consciousness, self-confidence and all the other baggage that comes with growing up saw me stop writing and it wasn’t until I was pregnant with T that I reignited my love and found my words again.
Here are my favourite words. And much like myself they aren’t particularly fancy, or complex. But I like to think that they are clear and telling.
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I’m so lucky to get to write as part of my job. Sure, it’s technical, procedural and often quite dry, but I love that I get play with words all day. And just like with blogging, at work there is a lot of sweat and stress that goes into finally hitting that ‘publish’ button each month.
My boys call me Mumma. Not Mum or Mummy. It’s a sweet throw-back to T’s baby talk that has stuck and that his younger brother has also adopted. And it was M’s first word! I dread the day that self-consciousness sets in and they no longer use it, so for now I relish every one.
Swears. I’m not big on cursing and with two boys under 5, I’ve learned to relax the cuss. But gees Louise, a well-timed f-bomb is so powerful and so effective at communicating just how cranky I am (in adult company, of course). And it’s so versatile: it works as a noun, an adjective, a verb (cheeky) and an adverb. Bless you f&@k: keep on keeping on.
I’m on a diet. Urgh, just saying that out loud is so depressing and trite. But to put it simply, I’ve been treating my body like crap, and it was catching up with me. Okay I know there is NOTHING worse than hearing people harp on about clean eating and kale and quinoa, so I’ll leave it at this: I feel great but I miss sauce. I want all the sauce. Sauce.
I love this word because to me it signifies strength, ferocity and unfinished revolution. It is a title that gets a bad rap from some men and women, but its is one that I wear with pride.
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This post was written as part of a blogging challenge devised by the brilliant Polka Dots & Frocks for the Blog With Pip alumni. This cue “Five favourite words” is hosted by Pinknits blog. To read the other amazing entries, visit here.