I've been working on talking less.  Which hasn't been going incredibly well, per se.  What it has accomplished it seems is less blogging.

It's not so much that I feel I need to talk less, as that I think I should less often feel I have something to say.  It's been growing deeper and deeper into me - I don't know the answers.  And while I've known that for a long time, I'm seeking to actually behave accordingly.  Because giving advice, can be dangerous.  And more often than not - it can be unnecessary.  I've had some really good training over my short-lived adult life.  And I've had some great opportunities that taught me a thing or two.  And I think, a lot.  Like all the time.  I've spent years trying to learn how to s-t-o-p thinking so much!  So, I do have stuff to say.  And it's stuff I've processed through and really believe - but even still, it's my answers, and most likely not anyone else's.  I own them.  Others don't.

To put it better, I'm working on saying things that let other people continue to talk.  I'm not good at that really either.  See, I have a strong preference for people to say what they mean and mean what they say - and then stop saying it!  Hypocrite?  Yes. I know. I talk a lot - but I usually only say each thing once.  And I work hard at saying it as clear as possible the first time.  Communication is an art - and it's the one I consider my passion.  But sometimes I don't give others a lot of room to communicate.  Once I feel they've said it, I'd like to move on, keep the pace, progress the game.  I like to communicate at a sprint.

I read something in a book last week though about giving people air - air to speak, process, share, open up, really more unfold. I want to give people air...  and all too often, I don't.  It's hard to get air when you're racing.