Time to Be Quiet

Do you ever get sick of your own voice?  Well, I often do and today I am just tired of hearing both my written and verbal.  I can't say for sure why I feel this way, but as with most things in my life, I have a theory.  Perhaps its just some inner gauge that is letting me know, it's time to be quiet. 

So often instead of listening I go off on a blurting spree, saying whatever is on my mind.  Although, in the moment I believe that what I have said is of the utmost importance, often I have lost an opportunity to learn something or just get a different perspective.  Then, to make matters worse, on those occasions that I find myself alone and in no danger of interrupting others, I rarely take the opportunity to reflect.  Nope, at such times, I am usually off to my next 'creative' plan or idea for internal or external improvement.  I tend to grab one of my many notepads that I leave lying around, for just these moments, and write whatever my 'voice' happens to be telling me.  I have pieces of paper tucked all over the place reminding me to do everything from cutting branches from the yard to decorate with, to finding a parenting book that will help me avoid all those pesky errors that everyone around me seems to be making.

 When that 'sick' feeling comes on, the one that is trying to tell me, "shhhh" , I make a big effort to do just that.  I find, at these times, that my spirit craves the listening and reflecting in the same way my body craves vegetables after a holiday food binge.  Life can't always be one big extravaganza.  In order for anything good to come out, things of value need to be put in.  I think perhaps that I would become mad or insane, if everything I said or did was of my own creation. 

So, with that said tonight I am off to listen even if it is only to my own reflections.