Alone-With-My-Thoughts

As I sit and think how powerful those three little words are. I’m amazed that although I’ve heard them all of my life, hearing isn’t always listening.

Days like today where the weather is drizzling rain, the clouds are non existent and there’s more of a crispness in the air, I’m able to sit and reflect on those words.

As long as I can remember, I’ve liked to talk. Not publicly but more intimately, one on one or in a small group. Maybe that comes from being the sister of a handicap brother and no other children to play with. Maybe that comes from anxiety or maybe I just really like people. I at this stage in life do not think it’s imperative to analyze myself. I do know that I am trying to listen more, speak less and fully engage with people and things around me. My family has adapted to my “gift of gab”.  Again, I’m not sure where this comes from. Maybe if it concerned me more, I would seek professional help. Oh boy, now that’s funny.

I don’t know if you have ever felt like there’s so much in your head and heart that you just want to share your thoughts, feelings and experiences. Engaging with others truly brings me joy. I don’t care if it’s the lady in the restaurant or a man in home depot.

With all of this comes some loneliness. I mean let’s face it, you can’t run around saving the world and talking to people every minute of every day.

Someday I hope to have it all figured out. Until then, I’ll just keep trying harder to free my mind, appreciate the journey and searching for God’s ultimate plan.