I’ve thought a lot about silence lately. It’s ironic because I have the so-called gift of gab. I’ve always been a talker. Part of this is me and my personality and part of it is a lot of other things: nervousness, wanting to be liked, wanting to please, wanting to be the center of attention, wanting to impress, wanting to sound smart. You get the drift. I’m not saying that I want to be a quiet, shy person. But I would like to cut the amount of idle chatter that comes out of my mouth. I actually gave up idle chatter last Lent. It didn’t go so well.
I’ve read a lot about being happier and more peaceful, and many things point to talking less and listening more. I have a nasty habit of interrupting people and being more quiet would help that. You may ask, how does this relate to my marriage and to the things I love about marriage. Well, I’ll tell you. My husband likes quiet and my incessant talking is often annoying to him. I get it. Sometimes I irritate myself I talk so much! Living in a marriage means making compromises. It means that he needs to be more tolerant of my talking. It also means that I need to talk less. Marriage can make you a better person. More holy. More saint-like. Marriage is a mirror in which you get to look at your ugly moles. It motivates you to actually do something about changing parts of yourself that you don’t like.