Yo, seriously, I think I’ve spent 95 percent of the year talking.
I mean, yes, I co-host a podcast, so some dialogue is expected, but I can’t stop talking.
And I know what you’re thinking, “Everyone gets quiet, eventually.”
Nah, son. Even when I’m away from others, I’m talking. My brain is working, and I’m running through conversations in my head. I’m preparing for conversations. I’m talking myself through things. I can’t shut up.
So, as the end of the year draws near, I’m challenging myself to shut the eff up. Why? Because this time of year is magical.
This season, regardless of your ethnicity, religion, cultural preferences, etc. is one of the most beautiful and captivating seasons around. It’s the one time of year when even Negative Nancy and Becky With The Bad Skin refrain from making comments when the Salvation Army man (who may/may not be a scammer with a bucket) rings his little bell outside of Target. It’s an enchanting season deserving of peace and … you guessed it:
I need some silence. And more importantly, I need to be silent. Now, I’m not advocating for going mute this month, but I am making the decision to utilize my selective hearing skill set, and only respond to what’s absolutely necessary.
I want to hear the bells this year. I don’t want to talk over them (inside or outside of my head). I want to hear the annoying child a few aisles over begging for that dreadful onesie. I want to be quiet, and I want to take it all in.
Tis the season to shut the eff up, and that’s what I’m going to do.
So, if you see a sexy lady with a questionable bag smiling because she’s excited to be in the throws of the season, smile and keep it pushing.