At one point I started to share something weighing on my mind. I talked and talked. And she just listened. She asked good questions and then just listened some more. She didn't offer advice unless I specifically asked for it. I didn't completely resolve the issue, but she had helped me think through it. I left with a lighter heart and a $40 parking ticket violation for blocking the sidewalk (another story).
I got to thinking. When I am in conversation, am I listening to what the person is actually saying and feeling, or am I preparing my next question or witty retort? I am, by nature, a fixer. I try to have your problem solved before you have even finished telling me about it.
And with that, I am off to the pool with my sister. I shall attempt to not try to solve all of her problems.
(this Pearls comic must have been commissioned in honor of me)