Talking To Myself

I spend a lot of time, talking to myself.
I don’t mean talking to myself in a reasonably cohesive discussion, I mean, one sided conversation.
Rehearsing in a mirror seems to be the most apt description.

That, but without the mirror. Just rehearsing.
Planning out what to say.
Planning out when to say it.
Planning out how to behave while I do it.

This is one of those times I started on a thought thinking I was going to discover a fun thing about myself, but it turned into a Fun Thing About Myself.

Well, I’m here, I’m thinking about it, so it’s coming out. Ah-HA!

I pluck the wriggling thought thusly, wrenching it free from the soil, and brushing the dirt off until I can see what it is.

What if, instead, I let the thought be?

If I look up instead of down, what is there to see?