Sharing

Sharing is something I love doing.
I have been criticized on many occasions for talking to much
Sometimes I feel that I do talk too much
I call and spend all this time talking about me and my day
Then you say I wrote you about this, or remember this about my day
I feel like an idiot, I feel self centered, I feel inconsiderate.
Not because I did not remember, or that I didn’t mention it
But because I was so excited just to share.
If I am asked I believe that you want to know so I tell
In my excitement I forget to ask sometimes
I also forget that when I ask “so how was your day?”
You may not understand that it means: I want to know take all the time to share with me that you want
I forget that you may not share the same way I do; you may need a more specific query
I may not realize that when I share you listen and wait because when you are sharing,
your shares trigger more things in me and I want to share more
It then becomes interactive
I love to share and give details and tell stories and bring them to their fullest completion
I hate to lose a point, miss a detail or not finish
I don’t do tell my elaborate stories to be selfish or self centered
I tell them because I love it when you can understand and feel what I did.
I tell because I enjoy sharing, I enjoy the taste of the words as they roll over my lips
I tell because I love listening to your response, because I love seeing you react
I tell because you asked and I love to share
I love sharing

One Week

The Barenaked Ladies wrote a song about it.
The song spoke about one week gone by since we...
For me it is opposite.
It is one week till you arrive.
One month and one day have gone by since I left.
(interesting how one month equals the same length of time conceptually but in fact this month is longer than the previous by one full length of 24 hours)
It is but one week till you arrive.
One week till we touch.
One week till we speak in person.
One week till we kiss.
One week till we look at each other.
One week till we caress.
One week till we connect mentally.
One week till we make love.
One week till we laugh together.
One week till we drive each other mad with passion.
One week till we are present together.
One week till we play in new ways.
One week till we get closer to us