I don't always think and that has bitten me more times than I like to think about. But most of the time I mull stuff over before saying anything or I research a topic before having an opinion.
Generally speaking I think before I speak. This makes people fearful. They don't know what to do with someone who isn't talking over their words.
It's the silence which gets to them most, I think.
So many conversations these days are more opinion contests than anything else. There's no room in them for the person who likes to consider what was said.
Also, I am quiet by nature.
This also scares people.
The down side of this is I say what I think. If I'm not saying anything then one may logically conclude I am not thinking anything either.
That's fine with me.
It gives me more time to think, and for that, and the desire and ability to do it in the first place, I am grateful.
Yesterday was a beautiful day.
It was warm, it was bright, and there was nothing unusual about it beyond the unseasonably high temperature.
I got some yard work done.
My husband fixed the roof over the deck.
It was just a day like another day in long line of days where nothing extraordinary happens.
Extraordinary has its place. I am all for it. It livens things up and brings perspective, but ordinary is good and hardly ever gets its due.
It was a sunny, warm, ordinary day yesterday and for it I am grateful.
I've received two personalized rejections from publishers lately and I am grateful.
This is not so common.
They each contained suggestions for the work. One pointed out structural difficulties while the other noted some missing words, some awkward sentence structure, and suggested the work needed reworking.
This is wonderful.
The editor who sent the first rejection wished me luck and noted she was intrigued by my concept.
This is good for the ego. It means I've piqued interest.
The second rejection came from the publisher's desk and invited me to resubmit if I rewrite it.
This is great.
The feedback I have received helps me.
I'm running off a hard copy even as I write this as a third publishing house contacted me over the weekend asking to see the full manuscript.
It is my job to ensure what I send is clean and sensible.
I'm on it, and I am grateful.