I can't believe it has been over a year since I last posted to
Something from Sammie. It is not that I haven't written anything, I just
felt discretion was called for. You see, writing is therapeutic for me.
If I can write it down, I can pretend that I have said the things that I
have written without actually saying the things that would hurt someone
else or just don't need to be shared. Writing also helps me analyze my
thoughts. What is really important seems to emerge from the written page
where as in my head thoughts get muddled with emotion, and what emotion
deems important, reason does not.
Words spoken in the
emotion of the moment sometimes are not what you mean for the other
person to hear. Emotion filled words spoken are often heard with emotion
filled hearing, muddling the truth even further. Words written in the
emotion of the moment are not always what the other person needs to
hear, but what I need to hear, think through, speak up about or get over
and move on. But words once spoken, can't be unspoken, once published,
can't be unpublished. Emotions cloud my thinking. Writing helps clear
the emotional clouds.
In the past year, with the help
of others, I have learned a few things about improving communication,
the real kind, not the kind I write to myself. Some of things ARE better
left unsaid and some things SHARED can make life better.
I
am trying to make a conscious effort to tell someone when they do
something that brings a little sunshine into my life. It usually
brightens both of our days. My friend, Wanda, is especially good at this
one. She is my inspiration. Even sharing a "thank you for being so
pleasant" to a particularly helpful tax clerk at the Birmingham City
Hall (Tuesday, rainy day, long line, then nice clerk) made her smile
bigger and my day a little less rainy.
I believe this is
especially important for those close to you, spouse, kids, parents, and
siblings, because they are the ones with whom there will most likely be
stormy days. If I have packed away a little sunshine, the cloudy days
brighten a little sooner because it makes it easier to believe that as
Annie sang, "The sun will come out tomorrow." Without that sunshine in
my solar batteries, the cloudy days seem to never end and it is hard to
believe that the sun will ever come out. Living in a cloudy place all
the time is depressing, but if there is enough sunshine in our batteries, some of the clouds actually dry up.
Another
part of my communication education has been learning that sharing some
things that bother me is not altogether bad either. Only writing it
down, without ever sorting it out to determine what is important enough
to share, is not good. The emotional ranting that does not get analyzed, only buried among the pages, does not get dealt with. The difficulty comes when analysis reveals what needs to be dealt with and having the courage to bring it back out when there seems to be no immediate need to do so. Bringing up the important, but not urgent, things that need to be worked through is the hardest part because it does not always make me
or the other person feel better immediately like sharing the sunshine
does. It sometimes is difficult to cloud up a sunny day by bringing out
that cloud I have been hiding. I learned that holding in all of those clouds made me bitter
and the little clouds clumped together for so long make for one bad
storm and it was hard to see the sunshine with all those clouds hanging
over my head.
I have to keep reminding myself to practice the good communication education lessons so that they come naturally. When I use them, the sun shines more often in my neck of the woods and I get to post more of my writing.