I watched my son argue his point over the holiday table. He spoke with assurance, confidence and absolute comfort with his position.
He’s smart and quick with words, typically leaving me in the dust. His volume was a bit raised, trying to emphasize his point. I thought, “That used to be me (without the ramped-up intellect).”
It occurred to me that while I disagreed with his position, I could relate to his vigor, dedication and volume.
Upon reflection, I’m not sure when I successfully made the pivot to listening more than I talk. It’s not that I don’t care; it’s just that I don’t feel the need to impose or push my point. I am OK making my opinion heard and then whatever happens from there isn’t my problem. Is that maturity? Is that “wisdom”?
Whatever the cause, it clearly displayed a ‘then and now’ comparison in my life.
I’m not sure when it happened or even how. But I am sure that I am more comfortable in my skin and more at ease and that’s a good thing.
How about you—what have you noticed?
