Do you hear them?
They fill my thoughts.
I hear them leave my mouth. Words that tear down. Words that demoralize. I speak them over myself, over those around me, over situations and people beyond my control. They are toxic, these words of darkness and criticism.
I catch myself saying them, and try to stop before they infect my daughters thoughts.
It happened tonight when a song came on the television, "Ugh. That sucks, right? Who is listening to this junk?" I looked over at Katarina, and see her crestfallen face.
"I kind of like them," she asserts.
My first instinct is to school her on music - seriously, do all those years of good music mean nothing? The videos and documentaries, radio stations, concerts, and playlists? She has been surrounded by the best music her whole life, a wide range of it. Is it all going to be washed away in a flood of Disney stars?
I don't love the song, but I'm proud of her for not just going along with me, and my harsh appraisal. I hear a small inner voice say, "Stop. Let her make her own way. Ask her what she likes about this song. Give her a chance."
Tune out the negative words in your mind, and listen.
The prompt: Start your post with the word "Listen."