It’s one of the terrible ironies of this thing. We want to talk — and maybe love talking! — but cannot do it fluently. I want to tell stories, jokes, anecdotes… but they are spoiled, or ruined, because stuttering interrupts the tempo, the timing, and of course — the punch line. It’s terrible, and takes some of the joy out of life. But keep on. We all do, even though we all dwell on it. There is so much beauty in the world, and still so much beauty to be had within personal relationships, with the right people. ❤️