This is kind of a funny prompt for a Be Enough Me link-up, I know. There’s a whole story behind how this came to be that involves a brainstorm for prompts, my posting “umm…” because I initially couldn’t think of anything, and the rest of the team deciding it would make a good (if sort of strange) prompt. So here we are. The nice thing about this one is that you can take it in all kinds of directions.

I bounced around a whole bunch of ideas and ultimately landed on one.

I talk too fast.

Or at least I used to. People used to comment on this ALL the time. When I was in high school one of my favourite teachers suggested I tape myself talking and then listen to it to see just how fast I talked.

I never did it.

I always used to be annoyed when people commented. Them: “You talk too fast.” Me: “You listen too slowly!” (But I only said it occasionally.)

I’m not sure how people come to be fast talkers or slow talkers but I was definitely one of the former, and I used to feel as though there was nothing I could do about it. I tried to be conscious of it, and I tried to find ways to slow myself down. But mostly it just drove me nuts that people felt compelled to point it out all the time.

It was when I started doing more public speaking that I decided talking too fast was actually a problem and really focused on slowing down. Years ago, in my first few presentations, I know I had people struggling to keep up with me. But I’ve done many since, and I haven’t heard that on a feedback form in ages.

Does that mean I’ve gotten better? I hope so. I think I have. Once I became aware of it I could hear it myself when I was talking too fast, and I’m not as conscious of that anymore. In the last few years I’ve met several new groups of people (new mom friends, new co-workers) and no one has remarked that I talk too fast. (Through a couple of conferences I’ve even met several fellow bloggers, so maybe you can tell me if I still talk too fast.)

This is one of those things that can make us self-conscious, especially when other people comment on it. But it’s not like feeling too fat or having a scar we’re embarrassed about or any of those sorts of things. At least it never was for me. It was embarrassing at times, to be sure, but it was never something that I took to mean I was less than enough.

Now, though, I am glad it seems to be less of an issue. I don’t have to suffer through a red face after someone mentions it and I’m much more comfortable talking to new people and groups, though I do still remind myself to slow down.





If you get our newsletter, the JBE Weekly you’ll know this is our last weekly Be Enough Me prompt and link up. We’ll still be hosting Be Enough Me every Monday but it will be open-ended, so you can write about whatever “enough” topic you’re wrestling with and share your link with us on Facebook. But don’t worry – we’ll still be having lots of prompted conversations on our Facebook page, so be sure to join us there. AND, once a month, the very last Monday of each month, you can join us here for a special link up.


About Robin

Robin Farr is a mom, a writer, a speaker, and a runner. She's also a postpartum depression survivor who knows what it's like to overcome something hard and find more meaning in life as a result. In addition to momming, blogging, and doing freelance work, Robin works in communications for one of Canada's most-admired companies. Her blog is Farewell Stranger and you can follow her on Twitter at @FarewellStrangr. Her three words for 2013 are Stretch, Balance, Presence.

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