A lot about nothing

I have never once been described as a woman of few words. I love to talk and talk loves me. Sometimes it seems like I can get a bit out of control with my words and thoughts and that they are seem to jumble together into complete unimportance. I constantly ask myself, "Is this thought necessary to share with everyone?" and "Can you just shut up?" For a long while I was self conscious about my big mouth. Actually, that's a lie: I still am. But what I've managed to do is come to the conclusion that my big mouth is part of who I am. If I don't like that part, I can attempt to change it but in the end, it's a personality trait.

What I'm getting at is that we all have things about ourselves that we don't particularly care for. Perhaps it is a physical trait (and Lord knows I have enough of those to complain about) or a personality trait, but regardless, they are there and they are bothersome to us. However, I'd like for you to consider something a not so wise person told me in a gleaming moment of wisdom: "People think about you way less than you think that they think about you." I can't tell you how many times I've pulled that one out of my back pocket when I'm staring at my closet agonizing over whether people will remember that I wore those jeans yesterday. "No," I think, "No one cares about what pants you wear."

And same thing with my big mouth. Sure, I'm working on shutting it every so often for vocal chord relaxation and to let the swelling go down in my tongue, but for now, I'm probably agonizing over it a bit more than I need to. And at this point in my life, I really need to cut out the self propelled agony.

Just a thought.