We Need To Talk

“Is it okay if I talk now?”

My mantra for twenty-two years. How messed up is that? How horrifically sad.

If this pandemic has taught me anything, it’s that you must speak when you feel passionately. Always. Silence out of fear is no good–in fact its harmful and it feels, well, bad. Really bad.

I have a habit of letting words build. It reaches a point–not much different than the edge of the Grand Canyon–where I’ve been silent for so long that the urgency to speak comes out at an angle. Misdirected. Skewed. Never in the way I want. This is a big part of why I write, and also why I am absolutely oozing with chaotic energy most always.

I mean this not as an excuse, but more of an admission of a pretty gnarly flaw of mine. So learn from me, and instead of looking the canyon in the face, I encourage you to speak.

Don’t get me wrong, think first. Please, solidify your thoughts. But when you get there, instead of swallowing them, speak.

If you don’t, the wrong words will come out, simply because you have no room in your hands left to hold them.

I love you dear reader.

Talk soon.