The Dalai Lama was on to something. Though I’m better than I once was, I do still struggle sometimes with holding my tongue when silence is likely the best answer. There are times when my lack of silence hurts those I love, which is the farthest from my intent. As counterintuitive as it is, my knee-jerk reaction in moments like these is to talk more, in an effort to explain myself more clearly. In case you wondered, that almost never ends well. It’s not a good idea.
Working on yourself can suck sometimes, but those are the moments when you really have to ask yourself whether opening your mouth improves on the silence. Then you have to act like an adult, drop your ego, and know when to shut up.
If you struggle with this, you’re not alone. I’m sitting front row, center. Give yourself permission to fuck up, but don’t make excuses when you do.
And never forget that I love you.