And I’m sure that just about anyone who knows me would agree. I was the kid whose teachers always wrote something on my report card about good behavior but talks too much. Because…
When I’m nervous, I talk.
When I’m scared, I talk.
When I’m excited, boy, do I talk.
When I’m frustrated, I talk.
When I’m sad, I talk.
and the list could go on.
I’m likely to tell you my whole life story the day I meet you, dirty little details and all. And if you ask my opinion, I’ll certainly give it to you, and it will probably come with a 15 minute anecdote from my life that explains why I feel the way I do. If I’m having a rough day (or a great one) I’m likely to vent to the nearest living thing…whether it’s the clerk at the grocery store or my dog.
It dawned on me after a client meeting last week at which I was (as usual) more than a little bit nervous. And I talked. and talked. and talked the sweet couple’s ears off. It’s my coping mechanism. Not really a good one…because I sometimes say things I shouldn’t. or don’t mean. or that no one really cares about but me!
So friends and readers, thanks for bearing with me. :)