Speak Up II

It must be quite something, to always say what you want to say.

I am quite the champ at bottling things up. Strong and silent. Which works, until it doesn't. Until I realize that over the years, there's things I should have said to all sorts of people that I just haven't.

I imagine I'd have fewer jobs (telling off certain supervisors), shorter relationships (calling out bullshit earlier), and more family conflict (getting irritated with parental idiosyncrasies).

I'm guessing there's something of a happy medium between always speaking my mind and sucking it up. But for long I've just...sat.

Potato tends to be on the receiving end of my rants lately. Speak up, her picture said. So I am going to speak up. I think I need to start making the conscious effort to do that. It's probably too late for a lot of things, but I can at least not be a complete pushover in the future.

This slightly buzzed sentiment is brought to you by Caribbean jerk chicken and the blackberry wine I found open on top of the fridge, as I lack an actual wine bottle opener, because...actually I don't know, but that's absolutely criminal, since I have several bottles of wine and only one was open and I have no access to the rest!

Made a lovely dinner for myself. Very pleased with new cookware; it's amazing how much easier it is to chop up meat with a proper knife - and it cooked in half the time in my new, stainless steel pan. I am deeply pleased by all this.

Also, buzzed, but I think I already said that.

Right! Declarations of speakupedness. Right. Hold me to it, kids.