“Same,” she texted back.
Such a wonderful use of the word!
Short.
Concise.
Or as concise as I need it to be.
I can always add more words, but in my effort NOT to
overshare, same is the perfect word. In my efforts to let the other
person talk it all out before I say anything, same is a wonderful way of
acknowledging their feelings, telling them I understand a bit about what they
are telling me, and they are not alone even though they might feel like they
are.
Daughter: Ugh. My head. Must be the weather
Me: Same
… and now we can go back to our respective
resting/medicating/napping/pushing through
Son: Made the bills again this month. Yay.
Me: Same. PTL! LOL!
… and now we know we are both struggling financially, but
God is good.
In a world full of words and images, same is a respite from
the noise.
Are you weary of so many words?
Same.
_RHTM_
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