This morning's walk with my SO delivered a stunning personal discovery for moi.
We were conversing about a wide variety of topics, among them being part of a group or leadership team for an organization and the various possibilities for affecting influence. In other words, how to win friends and influence people.
This particular topic has been of particular interest to me since I gave up my job as a public school educator. Granted, the decision was a voluntary one......one that I have second-guessed since the moment I tendered my resignation......one that I have still not made peace with.
My SO knows this only too well as it is a frequent topic of whining, lamentation, and bemoaning on my part. I'm sure he has deep, permanent bite marks in his tongue from frequent personal verbal restraints on his part.
Today was just another entry in the long sequences of bemoaning and lamentation from moi regarding my feelings of having my mind wasted. (This is why I blog - an effort to keep my mind stimulated.) We were walking and I was talking and he was listening - at least giving the appearance of listening, bless his heart - the final blow was delivered to my fears of "if you don't use it, you'll lose it" syndrome. As I was concluding my soliloquy, my tongue got all twisted up and I exclaimed, "I am masting my wind", which is "wasting my mind" in tongue-twist language. Discouraged as could be, I instinctively knew it was time to cease talking and privately ponder whether or not I could converse or discourse effectively in the future.
Which is where I find myself currently, masting my wind or minding fyself, fichever comes whirst.
Imparo ancora
