Being British it would be remiss of me not to mention the weather. 🙂 It has been unseasonably cold over the past few days, and this has resulted in Little Miss, Wee Man, and the Ever Lovely Mrs J being off for a few days at the end of the week.
I had the good fortune to be at home at the same time, as I’d arranged to work from home. This was so I could wait in for a delivery, but by dumb luck, not one but two arrived. I had also hoped to try and break in some new heels that I’d ordered before half-term. However, a house full of my lovely family put that idea to bed! 🙂
|Not that I’d ever wear those brown shoes. 😉|
Talking of shoes, I was listening to a colleague politely grumble about her feet hurting. C is conscious of her height, so often wears heels to give her a boost. It was a passing moment as we sat between presentations before the next crowd came through.
For a moment, I almost said “Oh, I know what you mean! That burning sensation on the pad of your feet. That doesn’t go quickly.” But, instead, I nodded and said something about Mrs J not doing heels for those same reasons and the moment passed.
As the day closed and I drove back, I wonder: where would the conversation have gone if I had? Would C have been shocked, weirded out, feigned not to have heard, or nodded in mutual agreement? Who can say, eh?
At what point am I – or are we – holding back, and where is the line about over-sharing and making people feel uncomfortable, versus plain honesty and openness?
Sure, I don’t have to tell people who I am, but at the same time, I wonder if by being more open, that makes it more acceptable and just, well, background noise?