I grew up in a home where words were valued. My father, for almost my entire life, was a newspaper man. He worked for Gannett from the time I was five until his death last year. That is 43 years at the same job, some company. He was a reporter so constantly let me know that words matter.
The National Association of Independent Writers and Editors – boy, Dad must be turning over in his grave as editors were a particular dislike of his – is sponsoring Words Matter Week this first week in March. There will be five – Monday through Friday – blog prompts for those who wish to participate. The first prompt is:
What is the most important word or words in your life? Why?
This is an easy prompt. It is odd but I think the most important word in my life is LOVE. Everything can be associated with love – family, friends, faith. Everything! If your life is full of love, your life is full. If your life is void of love, not so good.
Yes, there are days when I don’t necessarily love my family. I do but I don’t. You all know what I mean. Those days are few and far between lately which is good as it makes love and life so much better.
I love my friends! Because of this affection for these people, I am keenly interested in their lives. I am interested in what they are doing and where they are going. I am willing to support them if necessary. They are family to me, just not related by blood.
And think! If you work at your passion, you love what you do.