Once again, I am reminded (okay, usually on a daily basis, but I'm okay with that) that I am my mother's daughter. Tonight, Mom was telling me a story that she had meant to keep from Haley but ended up telling her anyway. She kind of chuckled and made a comment about it being funny that she intends not to tell but ends up telling anyway. Yes, I'm the same way. If I'm withholding some information from you, it's all I can think about while we're talking. And when I eventually tell you (it probably won't take long), I feel bad about not being able to hold my tongue any longer than I did. Of course, I don't feel bad for very long, though, for now we have something else to talk about!
But I really do like to share things. I enjoy talking to people. I like feeling a connection, and if that means sharing things with folks that I intended to keep to myself, well, so be it.
Meanwhile, Jon has got to be off somewhere reading this and laughing at me. He doesn't think I like to talk. In fact, quite the opposite. Maybe it's just that we mis-connect on subject matter. Plans. Lyrics. The past. Books. TV shows. Family. Travels. Feelings. Home. All good things.
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