As a child I was a chatterbox. Today, I remain a chatterbox. Anyone who as met me knows this. I sometimes wonder where that comes from. Some of it definitely insecurity and the need to continue talking to avoid the awkward silences. But some of it does come from the fact that I have something interesting or entertaining to say. I know that there is a time and a place for (almost) everything, but some things just need to be said. Period.
Not to say that I don't understand the value of silence. Silence is golden, I know. It's in silence that realizations, epiphanies and pies are best had. I think the need for noise, for a distraction, is not a positive thing, at least for me. Whether it's plain old nerves or having a bad day or just feeling NQR (Not Quite Right), the need for over-talking and too much enthusiasm must be tempered, balanced. These kinds of situations are the times when it is more important than ever to look inward, take a breath, take a moment to find the silence within and proceed with confidence.
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