My husband used to call me "wordy girl" for a variety reasons ranging from my occupation (journalist) to the fact that I love debating the proper use and meaning of words. And, well, I probably "corrected" him more than once. :-)
I love words, and have as long as I can remember.
So it's really frustrating to me that I seem to be having increasing numbers of times that I can't find the right word. I know that happens to everyone occasionally, but these days, it's more than an occasional thing.
The good thing is I have a fairly large vocabulary. So even when I can't find the word I want -- which drives me absolutely crazy -- I can find something close, something that works well enough even if it's not exactly the right connotation.
And most of the time, people can't even tell unless they know me very well or I mention it.
An example is in a post earlier this month where I referred to not wanting to "puncture his balloon." I wasn't even entirely aware of that when I did it, but of course I meant "burst his bubble."
It's just these little things that drive me nuts. I was reading a book over the weekend in which a character was angsting that she hadn't heard from the guy she liked in seven weeks -- "exactly 50 days." Then I tried, and failed, to remember what seven times seven was (I knew 50 days didn't sound right for precisely seven weeks). And I couldn't remember my multiplication tables.
A couple months ago, I got lost driving from home to my daughter's preschool, where I was meeting my husband for a chat with the principal. I was late, which was pretty embarrassing. But having gotten lost going somewhere I'd been going semi-regularly for over a year was upsetting. I'm not sure, but I think that's the last time I drove myself there.
Chalk it up to brain fog or intense fatigue or whatever. But it's bad enough when my body doesn't work the way I want it to, does my brain really have to stop working too?
2 weeks ago