Words without action die and go to a purgatorial lexicon where they await redemption by a different author.
So, when I say I want to lose ten pounds, I need to actually stop eating M&Ms. If I want to run a marathon, I have to get my shoes dirty. If I want to do pull ups, then it would help to wrap my hands around the bar and pull.
Sometimes certain words follow me around like stray toddlers until I pay attention to them.
Lately, ‘quality’ has been tugging at my pant-leg.
As defined by a free online dictionary with questionable pop-ups, it can mean:
- Character with respect to fineness, or grade of excellence
- High grade, superiority, excellence
When people talk about quality, they’re usually talking about diamonds or overpriced handbags. We’re reluctant to apply the word quality to people, because it gives the sense that some are better than others, which really isn’t true, so hold your hate mail until you see where this is going.
How can you be a person of quality?
Can you wear sweat pants with bleach stains; sit on the kitchen floor and take selfies with the dog; have a dog that shits on the rug; say the word sh**? Does a person of quality have a dent-less car and an expensive smile?
A real diamond is expensive, but that has nothing to do with the quality. If you have a fake diamond, there is no quality. It simply looks like something it’s not.
True quality means being real. And it does cost a lot: your time, your sweat, your brainpower, your heart, your emotions, your thoughts.
It doesn’t mean blurting out every poisonous idea that wafts through your head. But it does mean living by the words you write.
The people I most admire are the ones who have mastered the art of being themselves.
I want to be a person of quality.
I wrote it.
Now I just have to live it.