As you have probably discovered by now, I love to communicate. Whether it be visual or verbal, I thrive on communication. It nourishes my soul. It feeds me.
I actually still write notes. Yes. Yes I do. Ask my family. If they can make it through reading my handwriting, they actually like getting them.
It's so old-school it's cool. Like Chuck Taylors.
I honestly believe that if we all sat down and listened to each other and determined to actively HEAR the other person, side, point of view that the world would be one long Coca-Cola commercial.
All you kids of the 70's are humming "I'd like to buy the world a Coke" right now.
It's ok. Admit it. This is a judgement-free zone.
Seriously. Communication could be the cold-fusion of our time.
Not in the way that it is elusive and most likely fictional. But in the way that if actually achieved, no one would ever be cold, in the dark or without nearly limitless power.
Food for thought. Something to chew on.
OK, now I am starving.
A quick thought for you as I plan a drive-through stop on the way home...
Try it.
Handwrite (yes, with a pen) a thank you note this week.
Or try calling your mom instead of texting her. She likes the sound of your voice.
Or have coffee with an old friend and let him talk about what's going on in his life.
You may find you benefit most of all.