Say it with me: When you stop talking your heart starts walking.
Again: When you stop talking your heart starts walking.
Monday night — we were both pretty frustrated with each other. The kind of frustration that leads to silence. That uncomfortable silence. You know.
Tuesday — by lunch he’d made me smile. And oh man did he have to work for it because he had VERY little eye-contact from me. Did I mention we work together? uh huh. So it was sorta there. Just lingering. And heavy.
We both knew we had a date last night. And oh man did we need to get past the weird silence.
Tuesday night — I start talking–just dive right in. I had to. It was my turn and it required more than that smile. It required words.
So I slowly told him. And then he told me. And in the hard-hard-hard-listening we were able to better understand the other. And better understand the massive misunderstanding between us. And better apologize.
And by the end of our date night, we were happy to be around each other. And the eye contact was easy.
But it didn’t come without hard work.
Talking. And listening. Without the bridges of talking and listening, our hearts would’ve just been walking away instead of towards each other. Communication. Can there be relationship without communication? Nope.
So y’all say it with me again: When you stop talking, your heart starts walking.
I’m asking myself a few questions today. Actually, just one question. But maybe it’s for you as well: Where/when/how have we passively allowed ourselves to walk, instead of doing the hard work of talking?