Ah, communicating. The very thing that most of us take for granted. For someone who loves words so much, I am terrible at using them other than in my writing. My close friends and boyfriend can attest that I am the worst person to speak my feelings. Or speak at all. Or answer the phone, I never answer the phone. Or last week when I asked for "lower soder turkem" (lower sodium turkey) at the deli counter. The lady somehow understood me. So, though I may not be the best at the spoken word, I'm understood.
This week was filled with communcation. For the first time in months, my high school girlfriends and I got together over wine and apps and just talked. We weren't screaming over loud music or chatting via facebook thread. We were in my backyard face to face and just overflowing at the seems with stories. Stories about future plans, love lives, quotes, music, and our past eight years together. The thing with us, though, is that we don't know how to communicate "one at a time." Almost always there are 2 or more stories happening at once while sitting at a round table. Headache, but I wait my turn just taking in how their day to day lives have changed since our teen years.
And I thought... I may not be the best at communicating, but I'll tell you one thing - I will never ever take it for granted.