You've probably figured out by now that I'm a loud mouth. I mean, my blog is called "The Life Out Loud." My mom (lovingly) says, "You started talking when you were 16 months old, and you never stopped."
But I've found with age and (ahem) wisdom, that even -- especially -- when living the Life Out Loud, it's critical sometimes to shut the f*ck up.
Think meditation is only for monastic types? The kind of people who chant "Hare Krishna" as they dance about in their orange robes? So did I. Until I really tried it, that is.