I sometimes wonder, when folks who have read my writing meet me for the first time, if they are surprised at how inarticulate I am in talking. Yes indeed, I definitely write better than I talk. Sometimes, especially lately, carrying on even the most ordinary conversation is daunting to me.
This lack of lucidity sometimes leads to misunderstandings. If I’m lucky, the person I’m talking to expresses their confusion or, in the very worst cases of my incoherence, when someone takes offense, they tell me outright what I said that offended them. I appreciate that because it gives me a chance to make things right. I am always horrified when I discover that I’ve hurt someone’s feelings, however unintentional it was (and it is ALWAYS unintentional).
So I am thankful for a chance to explain myself. Sometimes, even in writing, I don’t quite get my point across. Even here on my blog.
So here’s where I want to say that yesterday’s post (about the joys of wordplay) praising my lovely limerick commenter was not meant to exclude my other commenters or to suggest that I valued that comment over the others. I didn’t (although, of course, I was delighted by the limerick). Seriously, I am STILL amazed that people take the time out of their busy lives to read what I write and even better, to comment on it. I truly treasure every single comment I get. You really have no idea what they mean to me.
So, thank goodness for the chance to explain, for the chance to make things right. As one of the sometimes tongue-tied ones, I am grateful for second chances.