Three weeks ago, I began this blog to chronicle my thoughts on talking vs. taking some sort of a break. While I haven't stopped talking, I am thinking more before I speak, sometimes even listening to others without any thought of what I might say next. These are strange, new feelings for me.

Every time I open this blog, I think of all the stress and trouble in my life, perpetuated by my own mouth. How much time do I spend explaining something I've said previously? How much of what I say to those close to me is even helpful or worthwhile? Not much, I've concluded.