Master of My Unspoken Words.

photo (41)My challenge this week if you recall (seems so long ago) was to rise before the sun, go to a 5:30 am hot yoga class and then eat breakfast by myself with no phone or book to occupy my time. Just breakfast with myself.

First all of this seems like forever ago. Not just yesterday morning. My alarm went off at 5:01 and I silenced it twice and rolled out of bed at 5:11 ( I always set it for odd-numbered times, not sure why, but have since I was really young). It wasn’t too hard to get up, especially knowing all 5 of you were going to be reading this (haha, I hope its more than 5 of you, but if not, I love all 5 of you! 🙂 ) I threw on my clothes and headed out the door. Scarfed down a banana on the way and a half bottle of water. I have never gone to early morning yoga so wasn’t sure if I should eat or not beforehand.

No traffic at 5 am so I arrived in plenty of time. The parking lot was nearly bare.  I entered the yoga room and found only 2 others already lying down. A few more people came in, totaling about 7 of us when normally the class is 20-25. Guess not too many other people like getting out of bed early either. Class was good. Felt good about going and a little more pep in my step knowing I did it super early too.

I hurried home, showered and even picked up a little. Did some laundry, put away some dishes. I had the extra time so why not? Who knew you could get chores done BEFORE work. I then headed out for breakfast. I decided on Cracker Barrel because I seriously love breakfast food and they offer platter after platter of everything you can think of. As I pulled in, I was starting to feel a little silly. Am I going to run into somebody I know who’s wondering what I am doing at Cracker Barrel alone on a Wednesday morning? I left my phone in the car and headed in.

The girl at the podium asked how many and I replied, “Just me.” I followed her back and had a seat. There were several people inside, none by themselves. My waitress came soon and I ordered a hot chocolate. Followed by 3 pancakes with blackberry topping, scrambled eggs and bacon. I could live on bacon. So good. I sat and sipped my hot chocolate. No looking at my phone. No talking with someone. Just me, chillin’. At first I felt dumb, but it began to be nice. Peaceful. No distractions. I thought a lot, prayed some, just kind of took it in. When my food came, I ate it slowly and savored it. And it was good. I had to get back to reality and go to work shortly after I was done. Paid the cashier, left my tip on the table and headed to the ol’ j-o-b.

Here it was 9 o’clock and I had already been up for 4 hours. That seemed crazy to me. And honestly I hadn’t really spoke to anyone but my waitress in those 4 hours. It was nice to be in silence. At yoga, at home, at breakfast.

I feel like I am constantly talking. Whether its to people I work with, my clients, texting friends on my phone, to Johnny throughout the day. It’s just constant interaction, constant blabber. Do I even say anything worth talking about? I honestly am not sure. There are people who have more laid back personalities and I can be a tad jealous of them. Maybe they are little more quiet, a little more toned down. I have a few people in my life like this and I think they are absolutely wonderful people. And…pretty much everyone who knows them, loves them. Don’t know anyone who wouldn’t. They never say anything offensive, gossip-like, judgemental. And it puts me in check sometimes. They are “slow to speak” like the Bible says to be. And it keeps them out of trouble.

I don’t mind silence. At all. Some people are so freaked out by it, that they want to fill the air with anything that pops into their heads.  But being on the more quiet side is not fully my personality. I am definitely shy when I first meet someone, but obviously I am not THAT shy if I have a blog where I blab all day. 🙂

I want my words to mean something. I want to speak life into myself and others. Not just complain about the weather or being tired because it’s something to say. I am a big believer in what you say, is what you get. If you constantly say, “My child is bad, he doesn’t listen,” you are setting your child up for failure. Or if you say, “I hate my job, it’s so hard and stressful. ” There’s a good chance it’ll stay that way. There is a difference in cursing and cussing someone. Cussing is foul language. Cursing is speaking those negative things into their life.

There is a quote that goes like this, “I am the master of my unspoken words, and the slave to those that should have remained unsaid.” Wow, love it. The bible talks A LOT about having loose lips. “Even a fool is considered wise when he keeps silent, discerning, when he seals his lips.” – Proverbs 17:28

I am sure moms’ would have enjoyed the 4 hours of silence I had. It’s not often you get that. I encourage every woman, to make it a priority to have at least 30 min to herself a day. No interruptions. Whether that’s through a workout, coffee in the morning, or a book at night. Just time alone.

And I also encourage everyone to enjoy silence. Think before you speak. Is complaining doing anyone any good? Or gossiping? Speak positive and you just might be surprised at how much better you feel.

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3 Responses to Master of My Unspoken Words.

  1. Randy says:

    Great post!


  2. Bea Inscore says:

    Another awesome post! So proud of you!


  3. Elaine says:

    Nice For someone that used to be quiet you have lots to say. Enjoy it very much. I sit around the house myself and shelby that is have lits ofvtime think. Always say prayers for all in need. Keep posting


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