I'm a thinker. A heavy, think-too-much kind of thinker. I think a lot about what people say, how they say it, and why they said it. Sometimes I put more weight on people's words than is probably necessary. On occasion this thinking-too-much has positive benefits. And other times- like the past week or so of my life- it's just pissed me off. I guess I just don't understand why people don't think before they speak. If I put so much thought into your words after you say them, then maybe it wouldn't hurt you to put half as much thought into your words before they come flying out of your mouth. And more importantly than thinking before you speak, is realizing that your words (no matter how insignificant they seem to you) do affect people.
Last night, I was down and needed a pick-me-up. One of the consequences of said thinking-too-much is getting down and disappointed about things. My sweet (incredibly sweet) boy gave me the pick-me-up I needed and told me to keep keeping on and that all good things must come in time. In life, you don't necessarily get an A for effort but your effort will pay off. Eventually. Hopefully.
Happy Tuesday. I'm celebrating with a cupcake or two.
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