I'm what you'd call a talker. One could say that I have a big mouth. That sounds bad, but really, it's true. I talk. I talk a lot. I'm sure my teachers all said that to my parents. I talk. I talk. I talk. (I'm loud too, but that's for another post.) Being reflective means that I think about my qualities and what I like and what I don't. I wonder how (or even if) I could change. On the positive side, I talk to think. I talk to connect. I talk to encourage. My voice is strong and powerful. I've learned how to use it as a power for good...sometimes faltering. I wish I listened more than I talked. Yesterday, I noticed at lunch I interrupted people more than three times. It was like I couldn't help myself. My internal dialogue was, "Shhh! Michelle, STOP." And there I'd go again. There are reasons. I was passionate about the subject and I wanted to contribute. I wanted to share what I knew to be true. When will I learn th...
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