HONEST DAY’S WORDS

Today’s prayer has me asking how I can take eight hours out of my day to go to my place of work and see the environment in a whole new light. There are moments at work when I feel comfortable and secure, knowing that showing up is like having dinner with an old friend. There is laughter, connection, and a feeling of belonging and acceptance. And then there are the gray, muted days, where I feel a withering of passion coupled with expired apathy.

“Dear God, daily living can have passion. How do I transport that sense of zeal from my writing desk at home to my work desk at the office?”

I have chosen the book ‘The Right to Write — An Invitation and Initiation into the Writing Life’ by Julia Cameron. I was pulled to page 143. My eyes landed on the following paragraph:

“The writing life may strike you as ‘unimaginable.’ It may seem too hard, too daunting, too confrontational. Like the rocky field, it may look like too much work. But the rewards are solid. The gains are real. And on any given day, you need only do an honest day’s words and the rest will follow.”
—JULIA CAMERON

I think I am going to write this down and frame it to keep at my desk. Ninety-five percent of my job involves words. I am talking to clients most of the time, and it is in the listening to their words and in the delivery of my words that the job gets accomplished. Empathy shows up in words and voice tone. And assurance shows up in words and voice tone. Professionalism shows up in words and voice tone. As does patience.

If I can know that words are so powerful that they will change a cynical day of being at the office into a day of contribution and ease, words should be sold at Office Max and Staples next to the laptops and cell phone chargers. Words are an essential part of doing business, yes. Evermore, they are an essential part of not feeling like a cog in a machine. My words are my words. The colleague who just started last week and spoke to me with the entitled angst of a fourteen year old responding to a question from her parents? Words can fix that. The client who asked me for my address so he can hunt me down and kill me? Words can fix that (in addition to the permanent closing of his accounts due to the death threat in that particular case).

I have two colleagues with whom I especially connect. When we talk with one another, there is increased laughter. We create merriment through dialogue that is evenly built. There is a kinship. We know how to joke about the right things. And we know that we can trust one another. Work doesn’t have to feel like work.

An honest day’s words is a gift before sleep. There is a feeling of satisfaction and contentedness that carries with it an ever-growing fondness and avidity toward tomorrow. Dreams are sweeter and light is lighter. The rewards show up in the positive impacts upon others. And appear in our own, sometimes giddy, gratification of words well spent. Word generosity, pass it on.

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