I’m going to ramble a bit here, so bear with me. I promise, even if the words aren’t edited and spit-polished, they’re good.
I’m a huge self-editor. I’m sure part of it is because of what I do for a living; finding words that will move someone toward action is something I greatly enjoy. But that internal editor chases down other words too. Conversations are replayed in my mind with detailed color commentary. Instagram captions are scrutinized. Even personal journal entries can fall victim to critique. In a culture that shouts, “Free speech!” a little self-editing isn’t a bad thing, honestly. Our words are to be well-seasoned to offer grace to the moments. I rather think of them as salt and rosemary sprinkled on beautifully baked bread.
Oh, I do love bread.
But as I walk the road on this little blue ball, I’m learning that the most impactful editing isn’t in…