At a Loss for Words

This doesn't happen often.

In fact, I can't really remember the last time this happened.

But for some reason, I find myself short on words lately (okay, shuush Mary, maybe not on our walk yesterday--but otherwise I'm short on words--LOL!).

I think my new found silence has something to do with a book I'm reading for the 3rd time. The first two times I read it I learned a lot, but for some reason this time my whole "switchboard" is lit up.

Every page, paragraph and sentence is one I want to underline.

The jest of it is this: the book/ideas/author are really making me consider HOW I use my brain/words/thoughts.

I guess I've just had this kind of breakthrough where I realize 80%+ of my thoughts are just processing the past.

It's like I spend so much time RE-living the past--and for what?

Anywho, enough about me and my breakthrough . . . my point!

I'm realizing you really don't have that much to say when you're focused on the moment at-hand (vs. stuck in 1986 somewhere).

Is that hilarious?

I don't need to talk so much.

Not to get all Guy Smiley on you, but I think this is going to be life-changing for me.

(Which reminds me of a scene in Good Will Hunting where the main character, Will, attends therapy for the first time and plops down in a chair and says to the Robin Williams/therapist-character, "Let the healing begin!" Of course, Will is being sarcastic. I'm. So. Not.)