Do you ever find yourself speaking your mind even though you’re the only one in the room? Is this a good thing or a bad thing?
Everything becomes a little different as soon as it is spoken out loud.
— Hermann Hesse
I find I’m talking to myself now, a lot. Not as in “self – talk” but as in talking out loud to myself… You may have even noticed it in my recent posts – Ellie this and Ellie that!
Do I Know You?
Some people talk to their dogs or cats or birds, but me, I’m talking to an audience of one – me, myself and I. Or does that make it an audience of three? Or perhaps, an audience of none? (BTW: NOT getting a dog or cat or bird.)
Jane Brody, Personal Health columnist for The New York Times recently wrote:
…a spouse’s death leaves an emptiness that is hard to fill. There’s no one in the house with whom to share the events of the day, discuss the broken pipes and rotten politics, relish the antics and achievements of the grandchildren.
Yeah, she’s got that right. In some sense, talking out loud to an empty room is Continue reading » I’m Talking to Myself Now
- I don’t know what it is
- But it just won’t quit.
- …
- Is this a blessing or is it a curse?
- Does it get any better?
- Can it get any worse?
- Will it go on forever?
- Is it over tonight?
- Does it come with the darkness?
- Does it bring out the light?
- There was a time when I knew just what I was living for.
- …and the time was so long ago.
It Just Won’t Quit
— Meat Loaf
When I’m feeling melancholy, I soothe my battered soul listening to Meat Loaf’s CD, Bat Out of Hell II: Back into Hell
. And to paraphrase the lyrics:
- There was a time when I knew just what I was living for…
- There was a time and the time was NOT so long ago.
Earlier this week I advocated turning a blind eye to the flaws in broken and damaged works of art… choosing instead to relish the beautiful imperfections that abound in our lives. And, YES, as you might have surmised, I wrote that post, Broken But Beautiful, as a message from me to myself. I folded it up, stuffed it in this blog – and sent it out with the tide, hoping my inner critics would walk upon the sands of time and get the message.
And STILL there’s this voice SHOUTING in my brain – THIS IS NOT WHAT I HAD PLANNED! I need a “pop-up blocker” in my head that prevents the willy nilly appearance of Continue reading » NOT What I Had Planned
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