I’m a quiet person. Sometimes that is a virtue. Sometimes my silence makes me my own worst enemy.
As I’ve become older I’m not as quiet as I once was. The part of my brain that would paralyze my ability to form words has decreased its power over me. I’ve had to do some self talk to move out of my shell. Being a nurse means lots of talking, so to do my job many words are required.
Get me behind a keyboard, and I can write scathing emails if the mood strikes me. I try hard not to express emotions through texts or emails. In real life though there is something that usually tempers my words as they form in my brain and pass through my lips.
Silence is also something I crave on a daily basis. Real life can be overstimulating. I need silence as an antidote to pollution of everyday life.