Mismatched Thought-Socks
Sometimes life and its joys/challenges become too overwhelming to write about. I've had quite a few adventures in the past weeks, but each time I try to sit and write about them, either nothing comes out or everything comes out.
Out of consideration for the folks who read this journal, I am restuffing my intellectual closet with the myriad of thoughts that keep piling up and bracing the door shut with a chair. Who has the patience to get through it all? I certainly don't, but I do need to put my thoughts in order before 'fessing up in this medium.
The one topic I have been mulling over is how the art of conversation is all about the quality of investment in the person with which you are conversing. I will expound upon this later, but I must first clean up the brain closet. Thanks for your patience.
Out of consideration for the folks who read this journal, I am restuffing my intellectual closet with the myriad of thoughts that keep piling up and bracing the door shut with a chair. Who has the patience to get through it all? I certainly don't, but I do need to put my thoughts in order before 'fessing up in this medium.
The one topic I have been mulling over is how the art of conversation is all about the quality of investment in the person with which you are conversing. I will expound upon this later, but I must first clean up the brain closet. Thanks for your patience.