Mom and I were talking about "our" words a while back. It’s something Elizabeth Gilbert talks about in Eat Pray Love – if I recall correctly, she has a friend who believes that every city and every person has a word that describes them or sums them up. It’s "their" word. Mom asked me what my word was, and it just popped out:
Now, that may seem like a pretty lame word to be one’s all-encompassing, but anyone who’s ever heard me talk has heard this word many, many times out of me. And it’s not because I’m overly accommodating (stop laughing, Ma, John, everyone else). It just happens to be a word that I find infinitely flexible. A lot has to do with intonation.
Bridging: "Hey Jill – here’s something you absolutely disagree with!" "Um… okay. So let’s think about this…"
Happiness: "Jill – something fun!" "Okay!"
Processing: "Jill – bad news." "…Oh-kay …"
But it’s that last example I am talking about here. I’m unemployed. I’ve been unemployed for about a month now (I wanted to take some time before I talked about it here). I was unemployed when I started this blog , back in 2004. So we’ve come full circle, and not in a way I would have wanted.
However, so far so good – at least emotionally. I’ve kept up with my running. I’ve kept up with Tosh’s training. I’ve kept going with the job search and the networking and the stuff that goes along with it. I haven’t gotten too freaked out. In fact, coming back from my run today, I was shuffling and dancing down the forest path near our house (yes positively jitterbugging – jazz hands may have been involved, I’m just saying). Hey – you try to stay still when "Crazy Little Thing Called Love" comes onto your iPod. Let me know how that works out for you.
I don’t think anyone saw me (except poor Tosh, who clearly knew in his doggy way that Mommy had completely lost her marbles). And you know what? If someone did, I don’t care.