When I compare the woman I am today with the woman I was when I was young, I grieve.
Young me was downright mean at times.
I’m sorry for those days.
Life has a way of teaching us what matters.
You sit on the couch, involved in a heated argument, and your mouth is full of words that are just as effective as bullets.
You know they will destroy.
Rip, tear, wound the psyche of your opponent.
Make them bleed.
No, not bleed, hemorrhage.
In the past I would open my mouth.
Today, I swallow the words and respond slowly.
98% of the time. ♡
Young women today…
I caution you.
Choose words carefully,
Use them rarely,
And choose silence frequently,
Rather than blurt out a sharp retort.
You may win a battle,
But the bloody aftermath you find yourself mopping up,
Removes the thrill of victory.
The only victory,
The true triumph,
Is to win, not an argument,
But the very heart of the one with whom you disagree.