Here’s what I want you to learn from this: Never let someone answer a question for you. Jump in with anything at all to make sure hat you’re the one talking. Say, ‘That’s an interesting question’, or ‘I’m glad you asked that question,’ or ‘Oh goody, my favorite subject.’ Say anything that will guarantee that you’re in the conversation about yourself and not out of it like a teenager standing next to her mother at a cocktail party. You must tell your own story, never let someone, even someone as familiar to you as your sister-in-law think she knows you better than you know yourself. She only sees what you do, she doesn’t’ see who you are inside. If I regret anything when I look back, it’s how often I allowed people to think what they wanted to thing. I should’ve stopped them sort. I should’ve laughed at their assumptions. I should’ve hooted with laughter, ‘Hoo hoo hoo,’ and followed with twinkling, mischievous smile just to throw them off, just to keep them guessing,The problem is they watch what you do, who you love, how you cook, what you read and what you don’t read, and they decide what it means, and sometimes you’re not there to stop them, or you get the timing wrong. I’ve always wondered why people look so much to action for meaning. When people tell you a story, something that happened to them, something important, don’t ask them what they did , ask them what they wanted to do, what they want to do is who they are. Actions are whispers compared to dreams.
Here’s what I want you to learn from this: Never let someone answer a question for you. Jump in with anything at all to make sure hat you’re the one talking. Say, ‘That’s an interesting question’, or ‘I’m glad you asked that question,’ or ‘Oh goody, my favorite subject.’ Say anything that will guarantee that you’re in the conversation about yourself and not out of it like a teenager standing next to her mother at a cocktail party. You must tell your own story, never let someone, even someone as familiar to you as your sister-in-law think she knows you better than you know yourself. She only sees what you do, she doesn’t’ see who you are inside. If I regret anything when I look back, it’s how often I allowed people to think what they wanted to thing. I should’ve stopped them sort. I should’ve laughed at their assumptions. I should’ve hooted with laughter, ‘Hoo hoo hoo,’ and followed with twinkling, mischievous smile just to throw them off, just to keep them guessing,The problem is they watch what you do, who you love, how you cook, what you read and what you don’t read, and they decide what it means, and sometimes you’re not there to stop them, or you get the timing wrong. I’ve always wondered why people look so much to action for meaning. When people tell you a story, something that happened to them, something important, don’t ask them what they did , ask them what they wanted to do, what they want to do is who they are. Actions are whispers compared to dreams.
