This is one of my BIGGEST hurdles in Life.
I am a chronic
explainer.
I canNOT seem to help myself.
I prattle on and rarely notice that I
am DOing it until…
I did learn quite a lot about this about a dozen or so years
ago while teaching a combined 1st, 2nd, and 3rd
grade class.
I discovered that answering a question was far simpler and much
less wordy than I’d automatically launch into.
Several children were more than satisfied with a simple and
straightforward answer.
Others would hear my response and ask for clarification
or expansion.
Doling these replies out in bits and pieces allowed me to
understand what years of criticism for talking too much had failed to DO.
More present tense, I find myself wondering and wandering
into my own thoughtsandfeelings about My Life Up Until Now.
I envision myself
explaining myself to those who had been yet no longer are part of my Life on
any sort of continuous basis.
I have startling insights and ah-HAH moments
which I feel an urgency to share.
Most of the time Now I catch myself at this and stop it.
I
consider who really needs to know this and I always realise that it is ME.
No
one else is really listening anymore…
I mean, really.
I love you, Currie
2 comments:
I know the feeling. The words don't matter when they fall on deaf ears.
When I get that uncontrollable urge to share (live alone) I journal and then can sort things out or release my chattiness on paper. Write letters, too, sometimes.
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