I came from a home where we didn’t talk about our problems. We hid them, hoping no one would notice, fooling even ourselves. Thankfully as my family grew our communication grew too.
I married a good communicator. He calls me out on my communication challenges. This is indeed one of the reasons I married him. I’m convinced he married me for the entertainment value, but that’s another post.
As I age, I’m continually convinced that the art of communication is the key to life. If we communicate honestly with ourselves, our partners, friends, kiddos, co-workers etc., we’ll live a more content life. The most important though is how we communicate with ourselves, as all roads lead from there.
I don’t always succeed in my communication but I know failing to communicate will help No One and hurt everyone.
Do you have an interpersonal confession to share?