Please shut up

I went out with two lovely former colleagues last night. We haven’t had a good chinwag for years. There was A LOT of catching up to do.

But, as is my way, I snatched more than my fair share of air time. They know far more about what’s been happening in my life than I know about theirs.

I felt very bad Alana as I walked back to the car, mentally chastising myself for being such a motor mouth.

I’m Mount Vesuvius in human form and my verbal eruptions feel a little uncontrollable sometimes.

I need to find a way to control them.

There’s so much pent up inside me, waiting for a chance to explode out. Writing the blog works through a lot, but the rest bubbles beneath my surface, seeking an escape valve.

By day I frenetically write about Kahlua releasing espresso martinis in cans, by night I frenetically single parent. The opportunities to vent are scarce.

Monday nights are for me. The kids are with their dad, DD does a Warrior workout. I go for a night walk or the occasional dinner and verbally unwind.

As I noted when I was guest speaker at a breast cancer fundraiser a few years back: “Sometimes life is unicorns and rainbows. Sometimes it feels like I’m held together with chewing gum and string.”

Last night was more at the chewing gum and string end of the spectrum after a tricky few weeks.

I should probably bore a therapist with it, though I’m not entirely sure where the hundreds of dollars a session would come from.

Instead, I’d like to apologise to anyone who’s been showered in volcanic Alana chatter ash recently. Please stare at me sternly next time and say: “It’s my turn to talk now.”

When I wasn’t going on … and on and on …  we reminisced about the good old days of magazines and how lucky we were to have been there for them.

We had so much fun working together, back when there were proper budgets and we were given free reign to be creative and bold because the advertising dollars were rolling in and circulation was high.

They were great times.

We’ve promised to catch up again in the New Year. My resolution is to listen more next time.

Song of the day: Talk Talk “Talk Talk”

 

 

 

 

 

 

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