I have a confession to make.
I talk to myself.
Sometimes I even answer myself.
Sometimes during the day that is the only social interactions that I have.
Well, human social interactions that is.
My husband works out of town quite a bit. My children are in school most of the day and and all of my friends have full time jobs. My job during the day is taking care of our home and farm. So two way conversations don’t happen around here during the day.
Other than to myself.
I am not lonely. I just have a lot to say. It may be something as small and insignificant as how I noticed that my daffodils are blooming or something as big as the oven is broke and if anyone wants to eat around here we need to buy a new one.
I have many things that I am responsible for and if I don’t say things out loud I can’t keep myself straight. If anyone was listening to me they would surely think I was crazy!
But someone is listening.
Actually I do talk to someone other than myself that listens all day.
They just don’t respond.
I talk to the dogs, the cats,the chickens and the horses.
So really, I’m not just talking to myself. And I’m not crazy.
No, I’m not crazy, I’m just perfectly imperfect.
(There I go again)