I realized recently that I love love love the art of the spoken word. No where is this more evident than in my chosen profession as a speech therapist...but even then, I think being an ST is more about overall communicative abilities than the actual expression that takes place with spoken word.
"Hi, my name is Christina and I love NPR." In truth, I think I am a total addict when it comes to NPR. Carl Castle, Bob Boilen, Ira Glass.....you are my heroes. You are among many heroes I have in your community. I am at the point where I don't even have to look at the television to understand what is moving the storyline along. I simply listen as I am cutting fabric or cleaning the house.
For that matter, I love theater and I love open mics. I love story telling in any form whether I am sitting at the dining table with my uncles as they reminesce their childhood or whether I am sitting at the bar with a friend as we recount the week's events.
Is this a sign of aging ? I notice lately that I am content to come home earlier in the evening on a weekend night than I used too. It kind of bothers me but I'm not sure why. Is it weird that I don't necessarily mind the ever present changes that are occuring in my daily lifestyle....the fact that I am actually blogging about NPR? Is there really any thing wrong with that ?
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