Quite often I talk to myself.......sometimes aloud, sometimes just in my thoughts. Usually if it is in my thoughts I am not being very kind to myself, if aloud, normally I am trying to figure something out.
I talk to the dogs daily, and to various other creatures that I come in contact with.......I think I have done this since I was a child. Then there are those days, I just speak.....to the wind, the universe, to God to whoever/what ever I think/hope is listening. Am I alone? Do others carry on these conversations too?
I think maybe I do this because most often others talk to me, I hear their stories, their concerns and fears, their hopes.....and honestly after someone pours their heart out, I sit and think.....well, they certainly don't want to hear my petty concerns. And, maybe this blog is my release, my pouring out.
I think my purpose is to listen, to let others speak, to be there as a sounding board. Not so much to give advice but just to listen and let them know, they are heard. But then there are days like today, the sky was the most incredible shade of blue( like the skies out west), the air was so crisp and I felt better than I had in months( my energy is back) and I just would have loved to chat with someone! I should have picked up the phone and called a friend, not sure why I didn't.....silly me. But mid-day, Thursday, I suppose I thought everyone would be busy. Maybe tomorrow.
The nights are cool now, and a cup of hot tea awaits me.
Good night, Sweet dreams