I am the first to admit I don't have everything figured out. I am not always a clear communicator, and I do not always draw clear lines when I describe things to others. A friend once called my descriptions "a pastiche of words", and I had to agree at the time.
In the past nine months or so, I have tried becoming more aware of how I communicate, and making a stronger effort to communicate effectively, thinking about the words I use, not flying entirely by the seat of my pants, but aiming for cohesiveness, and consistency.
When I meet people that work differently than I do, it makes for a humble moment. I think of myself as so communicative, yet what historical knowledges do I have? How fluent am I in world politics, or conversation, or... anything? There is so much in the world I do not know about. My crocheting and dancing skills can take me so far; beyond that, I'm not sure. I'm slowly learning Nordic runes, and studying the history of old religioni of the Norse people. There's a whole other Old English set of runes I know almost nothing about, and have no clue if there's a metaphysical background to these runes, as there is for the Norse set.
I feel a bit fluffy, really. All my passion and exuberance doesn't help if I have no Pithy Content to back it up.
I am considering the consequences of my actions and inactions. I hope to find some balance, in the meantime.
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