Some days I talk a lot. I meet with clients, chat casually with colleagues, and catch up with family and friends. If talk turns to conversation, then layers of emotion and meaning present themselves, energy focuses, and time becomes irrelevant. When a moment of clarity arrives and is named, the weight of the words give pause. And, as the conversation closes, I once again know that certain phrases carry magic.
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We know what happened. It’s another variation on the same theme, and it’s become all too common. Yet, we pause and try to take it in…the hospitality and the hate…the care given and the brutality received.
Feelings rage and words fail. When I’m caught in a personal blunder or oversight, my internal first responders turn to humor. “Oh, the mushy peach at lunch softened my brain!”*
This rarely (read “never”) goes over well. People inconvenienced by my forgetfulness or lack of attention miss the humor. Instead, they see someone failing to own his behavior. When I come back with, “I was only joking,” it doesn’t help. |
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