Please note that this tale of the runaway mouth is told in first person — from the perspective of said mouth. Any similarity to any person living or deceased is purely coincidental.
Busy. Busy. Busy. Gotta go. Gotta go. In overdrive my runaway mouth bursts into the day. So intent on sharing my thoughts, I do not stop to connect the dots of my words with the dots of my thoughts. I do not even think to dig deep to discover the roots of said thoughts and words. As my mouth runs away, I am not even aware how my words wound another.
Now, believe me, I am not a bad person. In those moments when my judgments and assumptions get the best of me, I am an unaware. I find myself saying things that make no sense or are more than a tad judgmental. I miss cues. I just don’t listen to what another person says or even how I reply.
This could have gone on forever — my runaway mouth syndrome. I’d like to believe that I am a runaway mouth in recovery. One day, after an effusively self righteous spewing, I took a breath. And, in that gap filled silence, a voice resounded deep within. “What. Were. You. Thinking?” I wasn’t expecting it, so I was taken about. Trapped mindfully in that moment, I answered the question.
Doing what I did best, I ran to answer it. And, you know what? I did not like what I found. For, the answer was simply, “I was not thinking.” And, those four words changed my life. I cannot tell you that I am 100% reformed, but I do have my moments of mindful clarity where I navigate my judgments and assumptions and respond with compassion.
The funny thing is that once I opened to listening to my assumptions and judgments, they came bubbling out at the most inopportune times. They highlighted the not so accurate parts of my reality. Humbled, I knew that I had a choice — to fumble through life unaware or to be mindfully impeccable.
Well, you can probably guess my choice. I chose to be impeccable as I listen to understand. I quietly formulate my thoughts after another speaks. While I am aware of my internal monologue’s propensity to sabotage my conversations, I speak from my heart.
So, that is my story of my runaway mouth’s journey to recovery. Do you have a story? How do you slow the racing and share from your heart?
Vanessa F. Hurst, ms, is a Life Coach through Intuitive Connection, professional speaker, and author who weaves her inner wisdom into all she touches. Her books are available @ www.wildefyrpress.com. Contact Vanessa @ vanessa@intentandaction.com for life coaching, keynotes, programs, and intuitive consultations.
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