Quiet.
I’m rarely accused of being quiet.
Normally, I’m rather loud.
I have one of those voices that carries across the room.
Me? Whisper? Don’t have it in me.
But, this week, I’ve found myself needing to be quiet.
With all that has taken place related to the sale of our home, and the rug being pulled out from under us at the last minute, words just haven’t come easily.
Or, at all.
So, I’ve been quiet. I’ve spent the week trying to listen for a change.
And, as with being terrible at being quiet, I’m even worse at listening.
