So there I was, weaving among the aisles between rows of faceless, nameless cubicles, just as I have most of my career, and shuffling toward the restroom.
I don’t know if I’ve ever mentioned it before, but … I talk to myself.
Maybe you’ve already guessed that about me. A lot of people do it, it’s not unusual. But I have entire conversations. Most times, I turn them into prayer. Other times, I just keep ’em for myself. Either way, it goes on all day, the conversations inside me. Some of them turn audible, others remain internal, but they are constant and unceasing.