Hearing Herself Think

How do I know what I think until I see what I say?

When Margaret — no. Let me start again, because the name doesn't matter and that's almost the point.

A woman came to talk something through. She had a decision in front of her, a real one, with money in it and family in it and no obvious right answer. She'd been turning it over for weeks. She'd made lists. She'd lain awake with it. She had, by the time she sat down, thought about almost nothing else — and she was no closer to knowing what she wanted than when she'd started.

So she began to explain it. Not to be advised. Just to lay it out, the way you do, from the beginning, so that someone else could see the shape of the thing.

And about four minutes in, she stopped.

She stopped because she'd heard herself say something she hadn't planned to say. It had been somewhere in her the whole time, underneath the lists and the lying awake, but it had never been said, and so she had never quite had to look at it. Out loud, in a plain sentence, in her own voice, it was suddenly undeniable. She knew which way she was leaning. She had, it turned out, known for some time.

The other person in the room had barely spoken. Had asked, at most, a question or two — not clever ones, not the kind that produce a revelation. Mostly they had just let her talk, and not rushed to fill the pauses, and waited while she found her way to the sentence that was already waiting for her.

This is a strange and slightly humbling thing about the way people think. We imagine that thinking is something we do privately, in our heads, and that talking is just how we report the conclusions afterwards. But it isn't always like that. A great deal of the time we don't actually know what we think until we hear ourselves say it. The thought doesn't exist, fully, until it's spoken — until it has to leave the warm vagueness of the mind and commit to the cold precision of an actual sentence.

Which is why the weeks of lists hadn't worked. A list stays silent. You can rearrange it forever and never be made to say the thing. She hadn't needed more information. She'd had all of it.

She hadn't even, really, needed another person's wisdom.

She'd needed to hear her own.

All the other person had done was leave the pauses alone — and wait, without hurrying her, while she arrived at the thing she already knew.

Continue thinking

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