Talking, talking, talking: wisdom with Charlotte

This Saturday we returned from an extended holiday/parental leave. One of the episodes that really stuck with me was the following exchange with our eldest.

Alina: “Charlie, listen to papa. What did papa say?”
Charlotte (2): “Talking, talking, talking.”

Which, from her perspective, is totally valid. I’m way too verbose for a two year old. Probably way too verbose for most people in my life. I’m going to tune down the -v flag a bit and listen more.

Incidentally, I also broke a toe on the return trip. Which I’ve decided to be really grateful for, because I was about to get back into my habit of running hard towards [whatever]. It’s slowed me down quite a bit a lot. And by being forced to be slow, I find myself looking and feeling more.

These are good things.

Talk less. Listen more.
Run less. Look more.
Feel.

Thrilled to be back at work and looking forward to making this a regular blog thing again.

Much love,
Max

P.S. Also rewatched all three seasons of Rick and Morty. What what. The third season isn’t as terrible as I thought.