Yesterday I completely lost my voice. I can communicate by whisper only. I don’t mind. However, this realization didn’t stop me from trying to sing along to Christmas songs on my 6 hour drive home from Minnesota yesterday. I would whisper-sing, my voice would occasionally squeak from the effort, and then whisper-laugh at myself.
Actually, I’ve been finding people are better listeners and make better eye contact with me because they have to concentrate on what I’m saying.
I also find it ironic that the day my Haley doesn’t whine during the duration of a car ride is the day I can’t raise my voice at her. It got me wondering that maybe her crying is partially due to the fact that I am not paying attention to her. Yesterday, instead of talking to her every time she car surfed on center console (it’s what I call it when either of my dogs balance themselves on the front seat elbow rest and the back seat so they can see out the windshield), I would simply rub and snuggle her. She didn’t make a peep. Then this got me thinking that it is all too often we jump to using words when really an action, or simple silence would be best.
I am on day two of my forced silence and am still oddly thankful for the experience.