Word of the Week #410:
One of the odder things about me—which I have only recently realised—is that I have somehow gotten pretty good at things that do not come naturally to me.
Things like communication (especially with people I don’t already love) or managing an array of interrelated tasks has never been easy for me. I would love to just talk to that one person all day every day. I would love to just do that one thing all day every day.
Repetition is easy for me. Consistency is easy. Regulation and moderation, not so much.
But what needs to be done needs to be done, right? As adults, we don’t always have a choice regarding what is needed of us, right?
Does that mean I really should learn how to drive a car already? Yeesh…
And, yes, I have gotten better at some of these things, but they still do feel uncomfortable and unnatural. I do feel like I am having to go out of my way to get these things done at times.
I wonder when that will change for me. I wonder if it will.
For now, we just keep moving forward.
Theirs not to make reply,
Alfred Lord Tennyson, The Charge of the Light Brigade
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
