Not all thoughts deserve to be vocalized.
There are some ideas that burn in your brain and demand to be voiced. In my experience, I’ve found that those are usually the ones better left unsaid.
A passionate pounding attached to a thought is an indicator that I need to sit on it for a while, until it is less energized by the heat of the moment.
Sometimes, those thoughts eventually diminish in power and disappear all together.
Others STEW to a simmer, and you can’t shake them like sticky tape.
One of the best ways to dislodge nagging thoughts is to expose them.
Sometimes, I talk to myself and that helps.
Other times, I expose those murky thoughts to a trusted friend and in simply speaking them out, their power is reduced to a manageable status.
Then there are times when the thoughts just won’t exit, and a conversation must be had with someone about whom you are HAVING those thoughts.
I love encouraging people, talking up the good, speaking life into situations, coaching to dislodge negativity.
But I HATE sticky conversations that could result in:
- And raiding the refrigerator to assuage the angst of the confrontation.
Since this past week’s word has been COMMUNICATION, wouldn’t you know it, I’ve had to have some tough conversations.
I went through my process, first talking to myself. Then talking to not one, not two, but three trusted friends. During this time, I backed off from the person about whom I was having the thoughts to “clear my mind.” But the backing off in itself was also communicating.
Actions really do speak louder than words, and silence can be deafening.
What could have been “nipped in bud” three days sooner with a candid (but loving) conversation, was made needlessly bigger by my ghosting of the person.
Yep, the four-letter monster of FEAR crept in, I allowed it to shut me down, and in doing so, my thoughts became further jumbled. When they finally came out (not in graceful, flowing words), it was like verbal diarrhea.
The good news is that COMMUNICATION (in this instance) was two-way. And the recipient was full of love, not fear.
That meant I was responded to with patience, kindness, thinking no evil and taking no account of a suffered wrong. Thank God for a person who lives by the four agreements! (They don’t take things personally.)
It’s not your perfect communication that is effective in life, though sometimes it’s a catalyst for great good. No, sometimes it is your jumbled up blapping, met with love, that reveals what is most important in life.
Which always turns out to be…LOVE.
My closing thoughts on COMMUNICATION and a quite appropriate new WOW to take us through the next two weeks:
Hang in there! We’re ALL waiting for something. May we have extra doses of patience to wait with JOY and not angst.
Much love (and as my friend Denny always used to say): Love much.