Today I'm using a purple pen...and I don't like it. In fact, I've been downright resisting its use. It comes right to the fact that I don't accept change very easily. I will do it, but I find my heart tends to hold a grudge for a bit, remembering the good 'ole days of black ink. Even small things such as the color of my words gets me in a state of fear...where will it end? Who will see to it that I get my recognition? How will I feel when this new change takes affect??
I also feel sometimes it is related to my control (or lack thereof). When change happens, you are usually forced to deal...and I can't really say "forcing" is the best way to get Katie Brown to do anything. Flowers...yes. Kind words, flattery...sure. Reason...absolutely. Dragging...not so much.
I guess what I realize is that if I don't switch to purple ink sometimes, my words will become merely an indentation on a page--an embossing of my thoughts--because sometimes the black ink runs out whether you like it or not.
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Hey girlie! Your blogs always make me smile!
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