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.
Thrilled to be back at work and looking forward to making this a regular blog thing again.
P.S. Also rewatched all three seasons of Rick and Morty. What what. The third season isn’t as terrible as I thought.