"Pinceladas" are brushstrokes in Spanish. I plan to paint a hundred days in a row, a paragraph at a time.
Day 39 ~ Letters
I have had in my hands a difficult letter for
three weeks already. I haven't made any progress
in knowing how to respond to it. The first feeling
that I experienced when I received it was
repulse--how can one like a letter that lists
about 30 negative comments, including complaints,
personal attacks, reproaches, put-downs, and
blaming? The first night it disrupted my sleep.
The second one, as I was replaying it in my head,
the beginning of a possible response came to mind,
just two sentences. I got up and wrote them down,
then my thoughts led my hand to continue writing,
and two full paragraphs emerged. I was satisfied.
I knew it was not ready to be sent, but it let me
go to sleep that night. I showed my response to
two close friends, and they didn't approve. They
thought it was very honest but wouldn't be taken
well on the other side. I was able to convince one
of them of the inability to produce a better one,
short of lying. Nonetheless, I added a third
paragraph to soften the content, and I waited a
week without giving it much thought, just letting
it sit. Then I reread my old draft and still liked
it, but despite the softening paragraph, I wasn't
able to get an OK from my friends. One more week
went by. Finally today I had an inspiration when
discussing it with my counselor. I got it! I found
the only way David (me) could face the enormity of
Goliath (the situation) and win. That was until I
discussed it with my confidants and... back to
square one.
Day 100 ~ Completion
This will be my last par...