When I was living in New York City in my 20's, if you saw someone walking down the street having a full conversation with themselves...
You immediately assumed they were crazy.
Now?
I'm pretty sure they were just over forty.
Because somewhere between paying bills, raising kids, remembering passwords, and working…
We all started talking to ourselves.
Or is it just me?
And I’m not talking about little comments.
These are full-blown conversations.
If someone caught me, I'd just smile and say...
"We're in a meeting."
Sometimes HR has to step in because one of us has an attitude.
And the funny part is...
Some days I'm the boss.
Some days I'm the employee.
And some days... I'm the problem.
And I don't just hold meetings at home.
I hold them in the grocery store.
"Do we need milk?"
"No. We bought milk yesterday."
"That wasn't milk. That was coffee creamer."
"Oh... right."
Every once in a while, I catch another woman doing the exact same thing.
We make eye contact...
Smile...
And silently acknowledge each other.
No judgment.
Just two highly qualified professionals conducting important business.
When I was a young mom pushing my daughter around in her stroller, people assumed I was talking to her.
Then we got a dog.
Perfect.
From that point on, every conversation was "with the dog."
The dog didn't seem interested...
But he was very good at pretending to listen.
Now?
The kids are grown.
The dog's gone.
And I've stopped pretending.
If you hear me talking to myself in Target...
Mind your own business.
We're brainstorming.
Reviewing the agenda.
Or trying to remember why this meeting started in the first place.
(Management has a few concerns.)
Honestly...
I should fire myself...
But then I'd have to train my replacement.
❤️ Joey
