Friday, July 20, 2012
When we open our mouths, what comes out?
I have two older sisters. One sister is an explainer. The other is an informer. When they speak I can pretty much count on learning something. I've recently spent 10 days, separately, with each of them. That's the longest period I've spent with them since childhood. It was the first time I really noticed how they relate to others when they speak.
That's them. What about you? I know I'm not an explainer, or an informer, or a complainer, or an entertainer, or a debater, or a teaser. Least I don't think so. I have been called a cheerleader, but this man didn't spend 10 days in a row with me.
Anyway, both of my sisters are amazing examples of women who have reshaped themselves and their circumstances in their sixth decade. I'd like to follow in their footsteps in my own way. True, neither of them are widows, but each has gone against the grain, upset the applecart, so to speak.
I learn so much through others. I depended on my late husband's feedback. Now I very much want feedback in this new chapter of my life, but I'm not getting very much. I have to trust that living life as consciously and deliberately as I can is its own reward.
I'm teachable. I'm eager. I'm in my own shoes, and stumbling along. I'm willing, God, to learn more...
Have you found yourself using a new and different voice, now that your husband isn't listening?