Last Monday I went to my Great Nan Elsie’s funeral, she lived a full life and passed away at the end of 2015 a centurion. At the tribute my Aunt said one of her fondest sayings that she always lived by was, “If you've nothing good to say, don’t say it all.”
What we speak is powerful; words have the potential to transform our futures and change lives with weighty ‘yes’s’ and ‘no’s’. They have the potential to tear others down or build people up and for 2016 I’d rather be the latter.
I've indulged - haven’t we all? - in a little bitch, moan and winge, and it feels good... for a minute or two. But after that I get this weird feeling that doesn't sit right with me. I'm not interested in being someone who’s tarnished with the brush of negativity and I don’t want to hurt others with my words in the process. I want people to trust me and trust what I say. I'm a cut the crap kind of girl anyway, so if I can’t say it to your face, I shan't say it all.