Communication 101 – 10 Crucial Practices

an old design 02I remember a long time ago and being in a conversation that just made me squirm.  Oh it was painful.  I kept interrupting, interjecting, and trying to explain what was happening.  My friend, a close friend, grew annoyed at my interjections.  It made her mad.  I was confused.  I thought she loved me, I thought she cared, I just couldn’t understand why she was beating me up with all these words of complaint.

A few years later I took a communications class sponsored by my employer.  It wasn’t a required class, but it was offered as a service to help us be happier, healthier employees.  I learned much, but because I wasn’t in a relationship at the time, I didn’t have a way to practice these new found skills.  But I did try applying them in other situations – with my Mom, friends, coworkers, etc.

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Victimization

My parents were victims.  My shrugged it off (mostly) and moved on.  My Mom never did.  She lived a of and depression, and shared her legacy of victimization.

She was a dream-killer, a spoil-sport, and a pessimist.  She also had great and in her desire to herself, she helped many .  Unfortunately, she was never able to save herself.

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Visionary, Perfectionist, OCD, or Control Freak?

@SNIPER_07-040521-M-1012W-014After my last post, and some choice comments, I’ve been wondering why I just can’t leave well enough alone?  Why can’t I just keep my head down, mouth shut, and avoid eye contact?  To stop trying to make a difference – at this point in my – seems like defeat.

So, it got me to thinking.  Maybe I’m a control freak?  Maybe the reason I try to things is because I have control issues.  Maybe I’m OCD – maybe I can’t leave well enough alone?  Maybe I’m a perfectionist that can’t ignore less than perfect circumstances?  Or maybe I’m a visionary, who sees things others can’t (or won’t) see, and wants to see the light? Read the rest of this entry »

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