“We Have A Lot To Talk About”
From Ted
Last October Margie, my wife, and I sold our business that we had been managing since 1992. I don’t say we owned it because if any of your have ever owned your own business you would know what I mean, when (with a smile) I say “we managed it, we didn’t own it”. Truth be told, the business owned us.
We were excited with the prospect of being able to move into this next phase of our lives, whatever that might be. Though we are both of ‘retirement age’ we knew that the typical meaning of that word, would not apply to us, and that our guess is that as long as we are able we will always be ‘doing’ something. We love the work our business allowed us to do. We love being with and helping people, because in the process of helping them we help ourselves.
So, even though we were expecting that there would be opportunities, we have been astonished at just how many have come our way. We expected to travel more, and we have. We expected to work together in wonderful places with wonderful people, and we have. We expected to be able to spend more time with our families, and we have. We expected to be able to spend more time with our friends, and we have. We expected to have ‘work’ come our way, and we have.
What we didn’t expect, was the sheer number and the magnitude of these opportunities.
As a result of all of this, one evening, Margie said to me “We have a lot to talk about”. At that moment, rather than feel pressured, as the situation may have warranted, I felt this overwhelming sense of gratitude. Gratitude for my relationship with her. Gratitude that we still have a lot to talk about after 28 years of being together. After 28 years, we still have a lot to talk about. Talk about things with caring, honoring, respectful communication. How cool is that?
I thought of other couples I know who have nothing to say to each other. I remembered other times in my life when the person I was closest to and I had ‘nothing to talk about’. When I was younger, I would be sitting at a restaurant, watching a couple across the room, having a morning breakfast, sharing the same booth, but having no visible contact with each other. Both preoccupied with their section of the Sunday paper. I always felt sadness when I saw that.
On the other hand, I know of couples who talk a lot, but the ‘talking’ lacks mutual respect and honoring. Their conversations are full of criticism, contempt, judgments, advice giving, justifications, accusations, and defensiveness.
We have worked really, really hard to be able, after all these years, “to have a lot to talk about”. I am grateful.


