Woman Confidential

If I were to choose my favourite hour this past week, it would have to be the evening spent catching up with Ash, over whisky and bites. There is something to be said about good ol' conversations that bring your life back in equilibrium.

Reminiscing about how young and reckless we once were in uni reminds us, ironically, that we are no longer young and reckless. When you have shared a house, a room and one bottle of vodka too many, you kinda develop a connection best summed up as "I take your shit, you take mine". I like it that with these kinds of people, no matter how seldom you meet and how different your lives, the conversation immediately falls into place, without preamble, without small talk.

Conversations are something we busy, driven adults seldom have nowadays.

Someone recently said, we have so much talk, so little real conversation. We talk over meetings, with an agenda, with a purpose. We fill up the space during business lunches with small talk, as if silence were a bad thing. It is not. It takes two people who are comfortable with each other to enjoy the patches of silence in between words, like enjoying the space in a Chinese painting.

Looking back, some of life's moments of clarity, of "oh my god, you're right", of "how come I didn't think of that?" are had during these sessions over wine and coffee.

So here's to the conversations in our lives. Ones that challenge the intellect. Ones that made us change our minds and sometimes, the course of our lives. Ones that reinforce our choices and inject them with courage and fire. Ones that chart how far we have come. Ones that look ahead at how far we have to go. Ones that already happened. And precious ones that are yet to come.