There are so many times during each day when I hold my tongue. I want to say something, but don’t because I know that the repercussions could be severe and unpleasant. At other times, I want to say things to people that I know will change how we deal with each other and forces me to keep still. Each of us has things that we want to say, but good sense holds us back.
All of these things are frustrating,but nothing is worse that having no words at all. I stood talking with a group of people the other day, when an uncomfortable silence descended upon us like some horrid cloud. I looked from one face to the next searching for inspiration, for something clever or engaging to say, but nothing came.
I searched the eyes of my friends and thought of a few subjects I could have raised had I been alone with each of them, but there was no common denominator, nothing I could say that would not exclude someone else in the group, so I remained silent. It wasn’t until after we had all parted company that I though of things I could have said to break the deadlock.
If I could have that night (like so many others) over again, I would have done something different.
Have you ever been tongue tied only to think of the perfect thing to say when it’s too late?
try this – write a to someone, saying everything you wish you had said and didn’t…