As Jeff said of himself yesterday, I, too, am running on empty, idea-wise this week.(Sorry that I deflated his expectations of me.)
RED LETTER DAY! Tonette has nothing to say!
Not that I have always said what I thought, quite the contrary. I held a lot in for many years. I was always told that I was, ‘too quiet’; no debating team for this girl. Then, things changed for me , I found my mouth so opened that I said almost everything that came to mind…then I heard “What’s wrong with her/you?’ And they were probably right.
It was like my mouth was opened and my brain quit working. After being so afraid of saying the wrong thing, hurting someone’s feelings or ruffling their feathers, I did all of the above in short order. I have no idea why, but I have to say that it was liberating.
I managed to get my brain to rule my tongue again, and they began to work together.
I had learned to speak out when I heard someone was wronged, when I was wronged or when I heard blatant willful ignorance or uncalled for attacks… and something happened. When I let go of the fear of what people may think about me for contradicting them, most of the time, I earned their respect. They may not always have let go of their (wrong) opinions, but sometimes, they were willing to listen to reason and almost always, they agreed to disagree and to keep dialogue open.
[ I also learned that it was OK to let people not only read what I wrote, but to let them know it was me. My first writings, copyrights and award are under the name of ‘T.Joyce’; I often had letters and congratulations addressed to me thusly: “Dear Mr. Joyce”.]
I decided to make a nod toward this week’s holiday and look for a quote from Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. that might fit …and I found the perfect one:
“Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.”
Mine truly began when I stopped being silent about things that matter.
I hope it shows in what I write that I have kept some of my discernment. I slipped back into being a mouse and a doormat, (only about myself), more than once over the years, but I bounce back.
Please let me know if I step on any feet. It will be unintentional, believe me.
That’s it; I’m done.
I have nothing more to say about having nothing to say.