I have a confession: I talk to myself in the car.
(Yes, that is a bicycle in the trunk. And I am already getting crow’s feet and don’t really mind. It means I smile a lot, right?)
In all seriousness, I do talk to myself in the car. I use the time in an enclosed, quiet space to sort out any negative issues going on in my head or my life. I think saying stuff aloud and verbally reframing situations in a more positive light is so much more effective than just going over it in my mind or writing it down! Try it. I swear it works. People at stoplights might think you’re nuts, though…
I talked myself all the way to the pool and back.
And I swam for 20 minutes. I didn’t count laps, I just swam for the pure pleasure of it. Seems like everyone in Charlotte had the same idea because the lanes were packed.
And I came home and made some frozen pizza and a spinach salad. I thought about pizza the entire time I was swimming. So good.
Time for bed. Goodnight, buddies!
PS – I really enjoyed the comment discussion about patient advocacy. So many different stories and perspectives. Thanks, as always, for sharing your thoughts!
Your pizza looked yummy! I’ve got pizza for dinner tonight too (although it’s really tomorrow night for you – it’s already Friday lunchtime here in New Zealand!).
I don’t know whether your husband has said this – I think it’s an English thing – but when you say something and another person doesn’t hear you and you then clarify by saying “I’m sorry, I was just talking to myself!”. the common response is “You’ll get no sense there then!”.
I’m sure you DID make sense in your “me, myself and I” conversation – and if not, who cares? It must be at least as productive as listening to the radio!